She was brunette,
too,
young,
like me,
and I dreamed
and planned
and schemed
how to
date her,
and to what?

My German class
crush.
When I finally dared,
for the first time ever,
to ask her out,
heart in throat,
palms sweating,
stomach butterflying,
she said
she was
“too busy”.

Funny how some things
don’t change.
Maybe
it’s a brunette thing.