Kirstie Poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson

She sits in the library,
her pure green eyes watching the others, like stars glowing in the distant.
her mind elsewhere.

I walk over and sit beside her
wondering what she's thinking about.
She seems bored, fed up and exhausted.
Face weary and tired.
Next to us he leans closer to talk.
Always happy and bouncey. His emotions flowing off him into the air
surrounding and pulling us into an invisible hug.
Always doing his best to please and show off to her
When will he learn?
she's not interested.Her eyes flow off the others and tward the clock, ticking mutely in front of us,
nearly time for class. She picks herself up and walks to the door.
Slings her bag on her back and waits for him. Her face patient and calm.
Together they walk off towards their next class, slowly talking.
Still his emotions flow.

We meet again in the library. She seems the same.
Her flowing personality lights up the room
bringing with it a sense of warmth and security.
She picks up a magazine and begins to read.
Her eyes moving swiftly across the page, like water washing over rock.
Her face, expressionless.
There's nothing to hint somethings wrong, or that something is good.
I, like him, watch her, like a child watching tv. Both are mesmorised by her.
Both intrested and wondering what she's thinking.

In class she's brilliant. Smart and funny.
Her personality catching everyone,
it's like a gift, being able to hold so many.
Her eyes full of fun, shining like stars, her mood just as happy.
While she talks the rest of us are caught, hanging onto her every word, like a person hanging on for life.
He seems to forget her and begins to work, his eyes look dead
The question in his throat burns, like hot ash it smoulders
melting away everything else.

As we walk towards our different tutors, knowing we wont meet till tommorow,
him and I are thinking the same thing.
She turns away and walks into another corridor.
Leaving a cold feeling behind.
The sense of security slowly fading away, to be replaced by
ice claws of lonliness.
Walking towards the office with him I can feel his emotions burn,
like a strong fire, being held prisoner.
In our mind we can still see her eyes, sparkling with care and interest.
Shining, like stars.