i am here
in a cramped classroom
with my earphones on
and you at the back of my mind
the AC is too cold
and i'm sitting next to acquaintances i will never want to get to know
a pile of books under my chair
my bag slung over the seat in front of me
and 'i miss you' at the tip of my tongue
but these hallways aren't enough to echo them all the way to you

and there you are
one floor down
on the other side of the building
a smile on your face
and anything but me on your mind
laughing with people you've already gotten along with
your new friends
a pile of books under your chair
your bag slung over the seat in front of you
and a goodbye that doesn't have to leave your lips
because i don't need to hear one to know you're gone