The early morning moon

struggles to wake even a doe

Yet the blaring of my alarm

shakes the exhaustion out far too soon

Already by 2nd block

Drawings run up and down my forearm

and my hands

stay stained with chalk.

I do my work quietly to the side

while admiring this moment

My friends entertain

and laugh

paying no thought to how

our time together is being drained.

Two more months left

until we drift

and never see or

experience

each other ever again.

Two more months till these ordinary days

turn to anything but.