The mayhem roll tide of the classroom
The stumbled foot crisis in the realization
You’re in love.
The roll tide of longing
And the mayhem dictating,
Escalating,
Our expressions, hidden as
We write on the chalkboard
In our memory
To each other.
While distance pangs the stomach,
Yearning stops and starts the blood,
The distraction in the classroom
Is only in our heads.
Going home soon,
Though trying not to expire
In the night and choosing the hour
To believe we will call one another
Again?
Probably, but with feeling not easily said
Startled by the static of concrete electricity
And missing each other
Absolutely.
And holding out another night
Because of the dread
And for the impossible thought
Of her lying in bed.
It’s late tonight
I love you, she already said.
Empathy is Poetry 