The Shortest Distance

that was Catie's word
to describe our friendship.
And now it's my word
to describe Mark.
"Markie, you're perfect,"
I blurt,
and immediately regret it.
What if he thinks I'm foolish?
But he blushes and looks down
at the floor
in his Cardiff bedroom.
Here in my Luther, Michigan bedroom,
I sigh
and look at the clock.
Almost an hour has passed
of us just staring at eachother.
That means that here,
it's time for me to go.