Contemplation This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

January 4, 2012
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The classroom is cold
Good thing I brought a sweater, I think
as I take notes frantically
because bad grades won’t
get me to college
get me a job
get me a life.
I picture my pencil smoking
from all the overwork,
the way it would if I were
on some sitcom.
I picture what it will be like
to hear the 2:15 bell ring and
know that I am free
for the time being, anyway.
I picture you at college,
great big campus,
little tiny dorm room.
My teacher talks of homeostasis
enough to fill a notebook to the brim
with notes, but
my pencil stops moving.
I miss you, boy,
more than I expected I would.
Each day I pray that you
will call or write, and
when I do hear your voice
or see your familiar handwriting
I am again alive
the way I was before you left.
I never thought I’d be so lost,
not knowing what to do with myself,
who to call at night,
who to make weekend plans with.
I miss your shy eyes and
constant blush
the way someone misses shelter
when caught in a storm.
The classroom is colder now and
I pull my sweater tightly around me.
My lab partner is looking at me,
touching my arm, trying to
understand
but I know she can’t feel what
I feel.
The one she loves
sits with her every day
at lunch.
The one she loves
loves her back.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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otherpoet said...
Jan. 4, 2012 at 9:47 pm
This is beautiful. I could empathize with the pain you feel, your writing is clear. Thanks for posting this, and congratulations on seeing it published. This certainly deserves it!
 
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