A tap or two of a pencil
A bite of a nial and
We're beginning five one
A lesson that shoves angle and perpendicular bisectors down my throat
A turn of my head and here comes more, flying fullspeed, now
Medians and altitudes
Who knew a simple three sided figure could hold so much?
My mind, wanders back to the days of numbers, without letters and empty shapes
A smile consumes my face
My eyes slowly close
My hand doodles hearts and I bite my lip
A simple love, discarded in the past
All left to comfort me is the far away memories of the past.