I gaze at you while you gaze, too
You gaze at letters arranged with sense,
Lines of sense filling page after page
Lines gently traced by your finger tips
You look intently, deeply
You try to understand that you seem to not comprehend
With a wrinkled forehead
You attempted to decipher
You scratch your forehead
And shuffle on your seat
As noise filled the place where we stayed
Music played, laughter emanated
And then you flipped the page
Your bright red bookmark filled a different space than before
You smiled at the new lines of sense that caught your eye
And so I smiled, too
I smiled at you then gazed away
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