Unrequited

• Laura Harle, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

I sneak a peek
At you
But you don't see.
Two seats away
It might as well be miles, for all you know or care.

I take note of
Every fidget
Every movement of your hands,
Quick and strong.
Every phrase that falls from your lips.

You glance my way, and I
Drop my eyes
To your feet.
One shoe is undone, the laces
tangling
Like green snakes.