Weaving my way through the crowd
hugging my books to my chest
Lockers blur at my sides
but you’re all I can see
Rounding the corner where
the lockers disappear
Courtney gushing
about Kyle
But I’m thinking of you
Paper planes soar the hall
flapping as they whizz by
Entering my class I sit by Kaley
Listen to you speak
No, it was the teacher
But I’m thinking of you
Down to the office,
attendance in hand
You were there too
I bumped your hand
Blooming red flushing my cheeks
carefully hiding behind my hair
But I’m hoping you saw
Because I’m thinking of you