Every Other Day

In the morning, when I wake up,
As the sun is just beginning to rise,
The bell rings, I take my seat.
You sit across the room from me.
Looking up from my book, I catch a glimpse
Of you looking in my general direction.

The bell rings again, the end of class.
We both exit the room separately.
No matter how hard I stare at you,
You never really talk to me.
And It kind of makes me sad,
How I barely know you at all.