Koan

Day 1.
You're in my class.
I give a polite 'hi' and you return the favor with a smile.
1 point.
Each day after that I can't get over the fact that
I.Just.Can't.Stop.Thinking.About.Someone.
The bell rings and like everyday I head to my locker but...On the way,
You're there.
I swallow hard and I practice my speech
I observe the bystanders, who's in what seats
I straighten my hair and brush the lint off my clothes
And clean my glasses and sit them back on my nose.
"Hi"
With a glistening smile the small talk begins
But I can't concentrate, so I force a grin
Or I nod my head or say something dumb
And then I catch myself and I twiddle my thumbs.
Idiot.
As reality slaps me in the face
I'm finally set back into place in the conversation
I'm not sure why but I can't think straight
So I bite my fingernails, a habit I hate.
Finally it seems God has smiled upon me
And I cut you off mid-sentence,courageously.

Its 6 p.m. on Saturday and I'm sitting outside, texting random contacts
People walk in and out of the movies, ours starts in five
Suddenly your hand on my shoulder, 'hi'.