He

He sits in his chair
in the row across from mine
and the math thats being taught doesn't even cross my mind

I take out my notebook
and doodle hearts around his name
hoping that in his,
I would find the same

I scoot in my chair
hoping that he'll see
that I'm longing for attention
from him toward me

He turns his head a Little
and I look up from my seat
but he looks up at the clock
and shuffles in his feet

With three seconds left
he still doesn't look my way
and the bell finally sounds for the end of the day

I walk from my seat
and head out of class
and there he is standing
looking like glass

All of my life
I've waited for this day
for a dream to come true
and take me away