Eighth Grade Origami

You with the butterflies
Me with the cranes
In trading small squares of paper
I had found someone who spoke my language

I liked standing behind you in line
And sitting next to you at lunch
Gently dancing between “friends” and “flirting”
We never were anything more
But I have no regrets

You were sweet
A good listener with a soft speaking voice
I didn’t feel pressure to take up any more space than
What I was ready for
Things felt small and easy when it was just us

Our fleeting friendship brought me a deal of comfort
At a time where I was a bit lost and feeling so unseen
But you offered me something a little different
It might not have been much but
Clearly it was enough for me to still remember