Gaze

How I love to be with you

The days we spend in class together bring light to my day

The cold morning bus rides

Not so cold near your side

Grazing at lunch

Sitting in close view

I steal glimpses of the back of your hair in class

You don't turn around

You don't know I'm watching

You don't know I'm there

I'm a spectator

Imagining a life I'll never have

It's a love from afar

But I love it like it's real