Asymmetrical

iii

I glance up from the textbook
And stretch my gaze across the classroom,
To see you reading with your
Eyebrows furrowed hard in concentration.

I forget I can't take our hands
And link them together like a chain
I forget I can't caress your jaw
Delicately as I did.

It is so hard to calm my
Raging sea of longing
That hits me like waves
And gusts of tornadoes.

I want to look into your eyes
And search your soul with them
Then bring our lips closer
Till they can't be away anymore.

I have all these greedy wants
That circumstances make them hard to achieve
And so I shall lay back and
Look from the other end of the room.

-sincerely, the girl from the classroom who doesn't exist according to you