in class: seat assignment

girls in the hfac 

the girls they sit beneath the stairs 

i sit across

i watch, i stare 

they seem enthralled by their own things 

one, she scrolls  

the other reads 

their mouths they move in a different way 

one smiles softly 

the other eats edamame 

one girl packs up and then she's gone 

leaving one girl alone 

to sit and hum 

her feet they clatter up the stairs 

the other sits 

so unaware 

we sit here alone, the girl and me 

when out of nowhere 

a boy starts talking 

i look around and to my surprise 

it's my classmate Alex

under the stairs he hides 

the girl seems unphased while i am intrigued 

i hear Alex say "zombie apocalypse" 

what could this mean? 

the girl sitting across, she really doesn't care 

she sits tapping her phone 

with sleek long black hair 

in a world of her own, confined to her sphere 

what does she see? 

what does she hear? 

this is us for most of our lives 

we sit unsuspecting 

we don't try to hide 

every once in awhile it might just be so 

a stranger might watch us 

but probably not though 

the girl(s) will never know the poem I wrote 

the way that i watched them 

for we never even spoke