Verse 1

You saved a seat beside the window pane

Blue ink initials on your notebook cover

The bell rang out; we hurried through the rain

You laughed and said, “I’ll see you after supper”

Pre-Chorus

By the gym doors, trading folded notes

Your handwriting in careful little rows

I kept your paper tucked inside my coat

Like a secret only we could know

Chorus

Meet me where the schoolyard maples lean

When the last bus rolls away

You and I can make a small world bright

With a look we couldn’t say

Meet me when the Friday lessons end

Walk the long way home with me

First love, written in the margins