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