Is it that sepia colored watch dial,
Or the yellow bag,
Maybe that face resting on a closed fist while you scribble words on paper,
But definitely not that Dell,
Or is it those mysteriously stunning hair,
Maybe that glance, a half-a-second-eye-rendezvous glance
Probably that NASA t-shirt, though I hope not
And definitely not the coffee cup, or is it,
Oh wait, probably your smile,
Or that laugh you laughed with that guy a while back,
God I hated that, the guy, that is,
Or maybe when you bite your nail, while looking into your phone
Or your legs resting in that half intertwine
What is it
that’s making me stay, for more than four hours, in the library?
I bet it’s you, you do too?