The bell rings.

Two students have their backs against a locker.

One opens her mouth in a fit of passion and feels a tongue brush against her teeth.

Another opens her mouth in pain as her books press against her ribs.

Students walk by in a hurry, lost in their own conversations and minds.

Got to get to class.

Years later, they pass by on city streets.

Averting their eyes from affection and suffering.

Eyes or ears glued to their phones.

Got to get to work.