She sits there, wondering ,
Of things important to her,
And of little importance to the world..
She looks at that photo,
“When was this guy married?”
For He was a classmate,
And as old as her…
She tried hard to remember….
And ended up biting her nails,
A thing she does,
When she is in deep-concentrated thought..
A passer- by, she knows little,
Walks by, looking at her with concern,
“You seem to be working real hard!!!”