Sitting at the front of the class,
Lonely, nobody at either side,
I can't help thinking,
as you sit with him behind me,
What if?

When I'm outside, queueing for lunch,
With my best friends beside me,
And your best friends beside you,
We move to different tables,
But I think,
What if?

Same classes for almost every subject,
Same house, same form, same year,
Yet you never notice me.

And as my friends meet your friends,
And go out together (or would if they could)
I sit lonely,
And you sit lonely,
Alone in a crowd, without you.

Our eyes meet across a room,
Blue and brown clashing for a millisecond,
Then turning away.
You have a crush,
And I have a crush,
And maybe we're one and the same.

You never know.