~~
we never speak

just glance

across italian class

across the corridor

across everything we don't say

...

she sits beside.. him

laughing loudly as he kisses her cheek

but her eyes flick

they always do

to me.

the girl sitting alone

head in a book

...

we trade seconds

like stolen notes

neither is brave enough

to unfold

to admit

and maybe in some other version of today

those glances would have been hands