I wrote you a poem.
This isn’t it.
I wrote it in class
Sitting next to you.
Every time your eyes would catch mine
As you glanced for the time
I would write another line
And deep inside
Our connection would grow.
Of course you didn’t know.
I would be listening to the lecture and our eyes would meet
Like strangers on the street
You would ask me for directions
And I would point to me
You would laugh and say
“That’s what not a mean. You’re not a direction.”
-Ryan Wagner
Answer:
Every time your eyes would catch mine
As you glanced for the time
I would write another line
And deep inside
Our connection would grow.
Of course you didn’t know.
I would be listening to the lecture and our eyes would meet
Like strangers on the street
You would ask me for directions
And I would point to me
You would laugh and say
“That’s what not a mean. You’re not a direction.”
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