Musings

Floating, drifting,

unable to concentrate.

This class, crazy,

so useless.

Your face,

a much pleasanter prospect.

Remembering yesterday,

happier still.

How you looked

(how you looked at me),

what you said

(what you said to me).

Hopes, fears,

trust, suspicion,

my heart, emotions,

all

mixed

up

inside,

spilling over outside,

bubbles and lead,

air and stone.

You,

maybe,

perhaps…

-Saoirse