Class of Strangers
I was in a class of strangers
New people, from a different world
I grinned and waved at them,
I never felt as though I waved to them
Beside me, love seemed to be blooming
Subtle gestures of it, through computer screens
Such was that computer lesson
I peeked through the glass wall
My side gleamed of aura and white gold beauty
Theirs seemed a little crass and steel like
Different, I was suddenly the anomaly
How very different from the usual routines of life
I didn't feel bad, I think I was somewhat glad
My side was seemingly smoother
A comforting distance
Neither side trying to meet each other,
We were each content in our own side,
glass boundary prevalent but ignored
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