Bell rings
Walking, walking
Right on time
I see you

Phone dings
Texting, chatting
Bouncing hair curls
Unceasing smiles
Pealing laughs
I look away I
hate

Lunch now
What's food
What's in a name
What's in a food
Who cares
Phone rings

Across the table
There you are
Laughing, laughing, smiling, grinning
HATE
Hands are shaking
Breath is trembling
What is happening?
Knife is wobbling
*Now or never.

You are me... but better
We were meant to be together
But then I see your other side
Then I see what you're really like
And then I gape, thinking it through
Because, pray tell, what has happened to you?

your words mean nothing
but it is the ice in your heart
that burns me