It happened in the seat that I accidently had taken from a friend,
The lovers ' wanted seat.
it carries with it the smell of tender moments.
I breathe in this basket of desirous moments.
Wandering, my mind grazes the edge of a favorite past
a particular smile that erupted when I said,
I've grown more and more in love with you,
And her smile suggested her feelings were the same.
The same!
rejoicing in full, until I wander in the basket of my memories,
and there I come across a labour spent in vain, spent in vain!
I approach the present to remove the pull,
that has depressed my face into the chalkboard,
in which I have been staring off.
Coming between me and the class.
Coming between me and the task.
Coming between me and the class.