What to Write About

It’s 2 p.m. –
         I try to think
         about something
         to write and nothing
         comes to me…
Maybe –
         I could write
         about the walk
         I took with Tracey
         all around Washington D.C.
And how the wind
         whipped his coat
         against me all the way down Pennsylvania Ave.
Or –
         I could write about
         going ice skating for
         the first time with Shawn
         and how we both looked
         like awkward baby birds
         learning to fly for the first time.

Or –
         I could write about how
         L  O  N  E  L  Y
         I feel when
         I get home from school
         and no one is home to ask
         how my day went.