Flirtation

I’m here again.
An hour and fifteen minutes
Of doing this or that,
Wiping away the cobwebs from my brain.
I take my seat, chatting with my neighbors
As we wait for the teacher
To make her way to the room.
You walk in, virtually unnoticed by everyone.
Everyone except me.
I refrain from acknowledging your existence,
Afraid of what you might see written across my face.
You take your seat as well, and soon enough
Class begins.
The minutes tick slowly by as I try
To concentrate.
I copy words off the board
But am lost to their meaning.
Here but elsewhere.

Then I feel you.

Subtle at first, but present.
My ears begin to burn,
The flesh on my neck breaks out in bumps.

Must you always tease me?

Looking intently towards the problems as ever,
I turn my head slightly,
Catching your eyes for an instant.
We both dart forward,
And a smile spreads across my face.

Did I just hear you laugh?

This goes on,
Seventy-Five minutes of this play.
“See you tomorrow”
Says the boss-lady,
And we gather our things,
Books and pencils and scribbled numbers,
And leave.

You look at me and smile,
I do the same.
We go our separate ways,
Secretly watching until we’re out of sight,
But not out of mind.
Not out of mind.
Not until tomorrow.

Reviews

[Theresa]

Oh I like this so much, reminds me of days back in school being in class with my crush. It is innocent and sweet and that is what makes it so special. You really captured the true essence of what it is to have a crush.
I love the ending:
We go our separate ways,
Secretly watching until we're out of sight,
But not out of mind.
Not out of mind.
Not until tomorrow.

It's perfect and very true. You don't need to see the other person to think about them and you will hold their image in your head until you do see them again. Great job. Thanks for sharing.