I see you

there you sit

(not sit: sprawl)

on the floor

the school floor

the uncleaned floor

and you don't care

because

keeping the tears off of your face

takes precedence over

keeping the dust off of your clothes

at this moment.

You see me

there I walk

(saunter, perhaps)

past you, on the floor

a glance

a quick glance

an unacknowledging glance

that's all you get

and your pleading eyes

are emptied of their tears

as they follow my motion

across

the

hall

and silently scream for me to

STOP

and walk over

and offer some

something

anything

whatever I can.

But I don't.

I am you

and you are me

and I stroll away

and you lie back

and choke the sadness

into your throat

and wonder why

I kept walking

and I smile

(although my eyes mirror yours

filled to the brim

but the guilt has no effect

if the

tears

don't

hit

skin.)