I have seen her before, so I thought
She sat painlessly at the front of the class
Maybe believing it was just another
Day sequestered in a room
I wasn´t looking at her glasses
Loosely hanging from the tip of her nose
Or the brown blouse showing more than cloth
Or her bare knees figuring out how to set wider apart
Or her smile when looking at me from above her spectacles
Maybe we met in some other place but this
But with her glasses on I couldn´t tell for sure
Might be a resemblance of someone else
Some one that I met in another place but this
Maybe it was dark when we met in a bar… might be
Whether we met or not makes no difference
But with those clothes on I couldn’t tell for sure
If we met at a party or a campus library
Or just read about her in a book
When the class is over and papers turned in I remembered
That we met closing the door at some other room
In another place sequestered by each other
Saying aloud what she whispered then in my ear
Inside the classroom where we did not meet…
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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