Your book had space I thought was mine
I dropped the erase across the line
Next day it came back clean and round
With gum I didn't hear hit ground
You sat one row but worlds away
Yet still your silence knew to stay
I traced the fold,
the paper shift And wondered if you'd call it gift
Mints circle past without words Between the pens and whispered thirds
No one saw but we both knew You saw me first,
I answered too
The chop dust hung like bread held in
My hand reached back but you were gone
Still left your scent on carton drawn
A secret pact without a line
We traded soft like lunchtime signs
I kept that gum inside my case And touched the spot it used to grace
One tiny thing,
a glance,
a beat Enough to make my summer sweet
Mint circle past without words Between the pens and whispered thirds
No one saw but we both knew You saw me first,
I answered too