Miss.

The boy who could talk only in reverse.

The girl who could write only upside down.

Skirts fluttering by the seaside.

Ties buried in sand.

Papers secretly folded up in notebooks. Coloured shapes.

Ice cream dripping down fingers.

Pencils in bubbles. Tall trees.

Words once written, thrice swallowed.

Discreet mumbles. Whispered chuckles.

Shapes hidden beneath blankets.

The pinafore by the curtain.

The muddy shoes behind the door.

Hands inside hearts.

Nothing ever goes.

The smiles always come back.

Always.