My Beautiful Distraction Poem by Michael C H

I sit in my chair,
quietly pondering the equation
written on the board.

As my pencil moves, a sound occurs,
small and unnoticeable, yet vivid
and irreplaceable.

She sighs quietly behind me
and I smile, imagining her
lips part to release the

captive breath. Why must I
sit here? We would hug
and cuddle and

kiss and more, embraced by
one another and by the cushions
beneath us as we

would move closer and
closer, lips locked and limbs
entwined.

But, here I sit, filled
with nervousness and
anxiety.

I wonder at the equation
and at the girl I know
so well.

We have had our names
on each other's tongue
many times,

though our tongues had yet
to meet. How many times
I wish they would.

But, not yet. The time
was not right and
my cowardliness won.

I smile at my notes
as I picture her
eyes on me.

I sit in my chair,
quietly pondering the equation
sitting behind me.