Sitting far behind me
Last row
Back of the class
In alphabetical order
He might be looking
At me all day
I wouldn’t know
I can’t see him
I could steal a glance
Backwards; towards him
He might smile at me
I wouldn’t know
I don’t have the guts to try
He might feel what I do
Longing in his heart
Each desk between us a mile
I wouldn’t know
I’m so far away
The teacher could scold me
For turning my head
“Ms. Abbot, turn away from Mr. Zhang.”
I wouldn’t know
I’m facing forward
I wish I could see his face
Close enough to make out his freckles
Why is A so far from Z?
I wouldn’t know
I want them together
Last row
Back of the class
In alphabetical order
He might be looking
At me all day
I wouldn’t know
I can’t see him
I could steal a glance
Backwards; towards him
He might smile at me
I wouldn’t know
I don’t have the guts to try
He might feel what I do
Longing in his heart
Each desk between us a mile
I wouldn’t know
I’m so far away
The teacher could scold me
For turning my head
“Ms. Abbot, turn away from Mr. Zhang.”
I wouldn’t know
I’m facing forward
I wish I could see his face
Close enough to make out his freckles
Why is A so far from Z?
I wouldn’t know
I want them together
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