That Boy

I sit in class and watch you
As you talk to your friends,
As you do your work,
As you laugh at the teacher’s jokes.
I wonder who you are,
With your dark hair hidden beneath that hat.
I listen carefully
As you play your guitar when the teacher leaves the room.
You sit high on your desk,
Smiling, looking around.
I watch your big blue eyes
Search for your friends.
Behind them I see someone who is sad and lonely.
But then you look my way and smile.
I don’t think you’re looking at me,
But I smile and quickly look away anyway,
Even though you’re probably not looking at me
I don’t want to seem rude by staring.
But maybe one day you’ll notice me
And when you walk by, you’ll say “hi”.