Sanguine

I come across the word and linger
for a moment, for another, and for
another still. I know you, I say
to the word. I’ve looked you up
before, and yet it remains just beyond
the reach of my memory. It is the girl
on the other side of the cafeteria.
We are back in middle school and I
am sitting before a pizza-like thing
while my friends talk their talk.
I sneak glances at the girl who
just might be glancing at me, but
I can never quite know for sure.
Her name is Sanguine and she
is getting up to go to her next class.
The bell has rung. Our time is up.