It’s Monday.
One in the afternoon,
I’m standing at a distance ,
Handling my urge to see you.
It’s Tuesday.
In the canteen during break,
I take the cue,
To stand by you.
It’s Wednesday.
On the way to class,
I peek through the glass,
To see you walk across the labs.
It’s Thursday.
I wait for you,
Bearing the weight of your absence,
The attraction’s imbalance.
It’s Friday.
I played against your team,
I actually schemed to flee,
but I held on.
It’s Saturday.
Drinking in the corridors,
Her presence glitters past ,
Just as fast as she came.
It’s Sunday.
Watching the vampire diaries,
I think of her,
Rethink of her.
