There was a boy,
his name was Jamie.
He had a brother,
his name was Damen.
He had jet-black hair.
He had sharp eyes,
but a playful gaze.
He joked with girls—
hung with guys.
They said he was annoying —
but I could never tell if they meant it.
I will admit
I had a small thing for Jamie last year.
I met a boy,
his name was Damen.
We talked often.
I learned more about Jamie that way.
I hung around Jamie more often,
a few seconds longer each time.
We’re friends now.
I think.
That’s what he said at least.
There is a boy,
he has a younger brother.
This boy is named Jamie,
and I think I like him all over again.
