9:30, Friday morning
I yawn with a lonely Saturday on my mind
Could high school be more boring?
It might get better if the Math teacher resigns
It’s another unfortunate day
And I still breathe;
A bit cool, I must say
I’m home alone and far from home
It’s Friday, 7th June, on the screen of my phone
The office buzzes with sounds of man and machine
But my focus still lingers on her mild scent
Just like every other Friday when I ask,
“Will you go out with me tonight, dear Josephine?”
She just smiles and walks away; a lesson I still haven’t learnt
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