The soft brush

Of your hand

On my jaw;

My heart continues to crush

Under the weight

Of your overflowing love-

“Alright! Now talk with a partner about the things a business would need. What resources? What-“

My blurred mind

Clears with the

Rough words of the teacher;

I am in class,

Not with you

I look around

In hopeless despair

Wondering what I am to do

After I woke up from my

Compelling daydream

Panic hits hard

As I finally see

That my mind again

Was playing tricks on me

The devestating reality

That the image of you

Only remains

In the walls of my mind

And my heart intertwined