Drive up pass you- front and center.

I used to see him in the halls.
The nametag said janitor, but I don’t believe I ever saw him clean. Clean house with his charm maybe. It was always interesting- watching the girls of flat ironed hair and dark circled eyes swarm around him like kids to an ice-cream truck. He was a skyscraper to my five foot body and I thought he should have been playing basketball with Kareem instead of cleaning toilets (if he ever did). He was probably the only one over fourteen who still had the glint in his eye- his heart was probably as soft and cushy as his afro which nestled a bright green comb.
The man didn’t seem to like him. The man being the woman principle. He was gone by January. And the bubblegum surprise to our French vanilla splattered halls eliminated.
So I see him now in the passenger seat of a driving student’s car. He is laughing and as he turns to look out the window, he smiles. It was nice to remember you, my reply expression exudes.