What do you think of me?

Of how I write, of all the words I’ve shared with you

So trapped among your thoughts and grades of papers

Turn the page, does it reveal lifes answers?

As you sit and jot what ever it may be

Silence, cough, gone unnoticed, or so you thought

Stillness, then you walk

To fidget among so many scattered items

Back turned and all the secrets your eyes reveal are gone

Fabric rustles , a story created in the folds of your cardigan

Heavy strides for such a tiny person

Traveling with so much purpose over inches of time worn carpet

Explain, so confused, you reach and receive an image

One so full of questions

What do you see?

Is it all the ideas of a teacher you think I miss?

The hidden messages your voice carries as you speak

A whisper, an ear shattering cry

Slipped between the young tone you use

These things you thought I’d never hear

As you stand being dissected by my eyes

How does one describe you?