His Voice

We sit
for hours
learning.

But really
drama
is occuring.

I hear
his voice
laughing.

I look
and see
him passing.

Math
continues
on.

Until
he sings
his song.

A song
of laughter
and gossip.

Talking
of all
those prospects.

In science
I see
him talking

It sends
my heart
walking.

At lunch
he passes
by

& I could
touch the
sky

Last class
of the
day

Carefully
watching him
play.

I feel
a pang
of sadness

not a
word has passed
between us

the day is
coming
to a close

and I
remember
those

conversations
that did no
include

words from
me to
you.

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