Is there something happening?
Why can't I get you off my mind?
I sit in the front of the classroom,
Hiding my notebook from prying eyes,
And I write about you.
Our substitute teacher
Has no idea what she's doing,
So I have no reason to listen.
Instead, I daydream,
Stare off into space,
Listen as people snicker about her
Behind her back,
People are chewing gum
And writing notes,
No one notices that
I am no longer paying attention.
I merely sit at my desk
And wonder what you're doing,
Whether you're thinking of me,
Whether your thoughts are
As inhabited by me
As mine are by you.
The teacher walks past,
I hide my notebook again,
People are paying attention now,
Asking what I'm doing.
I shake my head,
Trying to dispel the thoughts of you.
Hey!
My binder is stolen,
They look at the pictures on the front,
And inquire as to the identities.
I grin as I remember
What those days were like,
What our lives were like.
As much as I try,
I just can't say goodbye,
No matter what the others want,
I want you more.
Wow.
I was just trying to
Relieve my boredom,
And I turned this into
A tear-inducing poem.
The teacher walks by
One last time,
I shut my notebook
And say goodbye,
Maybe someday,
I'll see you again,
But for now, I see you
In my daydreams.
