Across the hall in class 9th B,
where I knew every day with utmost certainty,
with your lunch and your bottle, there you will be.
Laughing with your friends, giggling,
teasing the new couple, slightly smiling,
holding someone’s hand, shyly blushing.
I see your eyes tracking someone else’s,
don’t get me wrong, you were never mine,
but that millisecond when your eyes met mine,
and the entire day I would be blushing.
The one time your shoulder brushed mine,
each and every word responded to mine,
has been ingrained forever in my mind.
Don’t get me wrong you were never mine,
But now I know
I could never look at someone else,
the way I look at you.