Saltines And Scissors

She was a sophomore.
Before the weekend of Valentines Day
A lost soul, she wandered the halls
And sat on the benches of the foyer
A blank look always on her face
That masked the thoughts going through her head
She found her way to a table
Where a friend was sitting
With her ex, who she had broken up with a few weeks before.
And a boy with semi curly hair
Her friend introduces her to the stranger
They say hello.
She still has the blank look on her face
She sees some saltine crackers
And a pair of pattern cutting scissors.
Her friend talks, and then,
The boy takes the scissors,
And cuts through the cracker
That she is holding in her hand.
She looks at him
A laugh escapes her lips
Her ex-boyfriend forgotten
She has eyes now
Only for the boy
Who was able to make her smile.