sitting behind you makes me think of random things when i should be paying attention to the professor.

to breathe on the back of your neck and with the slightest breathe
make a wish on the fine hairs, like a child blowing out birthday candles.

mathematically composed to unbalance the chemistry in my anatomy.

i sit behind of you, counting time by the way you hold your hands
and one time you were late and i couldn't figure out the day.

and i was filled distress because you were oblivious to my fury.
and i could feel the room closing in on me, you weren't there to hold me together.