She saw him first near locker ten,
A fleeting glance, then back again.
A hoodie low, eyes cast down,
A quiet boy, not known in town.
She smiled once — just soft, not bold,
He looked away, his grip went cold.
He never spoke, not then, not there,
But something sparked between the stares.
Each day she passed, heart beating wild,
A crush that bloomed then turned too mild.
She told herself, “Forget his name.”
“It’s just a phase, a hallway game.”
She tried to laugh, to turn the page,
To lock him in a younger cage.
But even when she looked ahead,
His silence echoed in her head.
What she never knew, what stayed inside,
Was that he liked her — but he’d hide.
His words were locked behind his lips,
While hers were lost in sinking ships.
He watched her pass, her scent, her sway,
Regretting every word he didn’t say.
She fought to move, he froze in fear,
And both still felt each other near.
Now years have gone, and halls are bare,
But sometimes she’ll still find him there —
In dreams, in songs, in crowded halls,
A boy who lived behind the walls.
its hard to forget he who made you feel comforted without even comforting you.not even a word but just a glance.