the anticipation builds up
my eyes are taken by the clock
yet i am patient- anxious in my seat
sitting, waiting, for the bell to ring

i gather my books
with a diffident look
making my way

i walk in and settle upon my seat
pretending you're not next to me.
you say my name,
and a smile wipes my face.
i've come in contact again,
with my favorite part of the day.