He makes her laugh
She looks down
Her thoughts swarm
“This is nice. God, this is nice.
He’s so amazing.”
His twisted smile is taking up his whole face
She doesn’t dare look up
Not yet
She knows that face
She knows if she dares to look
She’ll just fall even deeper

Must
Wait.

His laughing fades out.
It’s safe she thinks
She looks up
“His eyes, oh those eyes.”
She can hid from his smile, she can hide when he laughs
But she can’t hide from those eyes.
She exhales
And she’s lost in those eyes
Gone.

He askes her a question
But
She doesn’t flinch
Still-
She’s gone.
Dreaming

In her head
A swirl of imaginations
They’re together
Walking
Talking
Beaming

Happy.

Then- the bell rings.
She’s jolted- back to reality.
Now
Again
She’s invisible.
Once they enter that hallway-
He doesn’t know her.

She knows- oh she knows.
She gets 90 minutes,
90 minutes every other day

And for those 90 minutes,
He is hers.
And she is his.

But when that bell rings,
It isn’t just a bell.
It’s an axe
An assassin
It means the end.
Until
Of course-
The next 90 minutes.