walking down the same path,
I have to think,
what was the homework for math?
Did we have any at all?
Or did I miss it, focusing on my book instead?
Sitting in the tram,
I have to think,
Have I messaged Sam?
Did I message him at all?
Or did I forget it all, never sending in the first place?
Sitting in class,
I realise,
damn,
I should have texted sam.
The teacher checking for homework,
my notebook at another house,
one I lent out for help.
Now I\'m sat in class,
sitting,
waiting until my cover is blown.