The Student

I adored him from a
distance, loving his
blue startling eyes. So
clever, so handsome -
perfect beyond belief.

G.F.Y. Mine. 'the meniscus must meet
this line' Of course,
you are the passion
in my eyes.

I resist every turn, every
look, every prolonged stare.
My heart aching, I'm
burning, 'just over there'.

I dress up for him, and then
dress down again.
If he knew - he'd be afraid of
me. I'm no nymph, and he no
Humbert Humbert.

He is mine. I am his. Unspoken.

'Leaving!' I exclaim, shock and fear
tracing my delicate spine, a finger of
ice. 'So soon! but why?' I've
missed my chance no lie.

If you cannot be with the one you
love, then I would rather die.

My morning light. My evening star.
Gone to educate some delinquent
fools. He is mine. I am his.
He is mine. Shoo.