last course of the day,
i sit nearest to the door, next to the wall.
sometimes i lean my head against it,
but most of the time, not.
i orient myself sideways,
for in my rear view,
i see you.
you, with your droopy eyes
beneath thick lashes.
you, with your uneven teeth
behind soft lips.
you, being only a boy,
young yet with smarts to back you up.
you’re just there, from the corner of my eye,
listening to our professor, attentive,
not throwing me a glance,
uncaring of all the sly looks in your direction.
oh boy, you’re just effortlessly handsome.

(may it be that you’re looking at me from your rear view too?)

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