love quadrangle

if walls could talk, it will be known

but hearts bleed alone and hide

in the classroom, i spectator

one woman thought she was loved

was it her own hunger or real

from his lips she was beckoned?

a month later, another girl

same recitation she cried

was it her own thoughts projected

or the man really felt, true?

after a month and another

new student, fair and lovely

as the man approaches i heard

courtship like it is his first

how he talked, smooth gliding advance

speeds through a maze called barrier.

it was a perfect replica

of first woman’s sad story

it was a reenactment of

second woman’s history

all four of them in one classroom

i, teacher and observer

is this waterloo of two, three?

if walls could talk, tell me four?

when cries are wailed, shoulders go scarce

as he roller skates away

may their eyes be dry as they rip

from each other, separate.