there is a boy
who catches my bus
who has blue eyes
as clear
as the lake
the kids
go swimming in.

he sits
with his friends
and laughs a lot
at little
things.
and when his friends
are silent,
he looks out
the window.

i sit two seats behind him
and i think he is beautiful.

there is
a boy
who catches my bus
who acts happy
every morning
from 7am
he sits
with his friends
and gives them
empty smiles
and wears long sleeves
in the middle
of summer.

i sit two seats behind him
and i think he is beautiful.

there is
a boy
who catches my bus
who has grey eyes
as empty
as the lake
the kids
go swimming in,
in winter.

he sits
with his friends
and stares
at his lap
and when his friends
say something funny,
he doesn't laugh
anymore.

i sit two seats behind him
and i think he's beautiful.

there was
a boy
who caught my bus
who was found
by his parents
after he had
shot
himself.

he wrote
a letter
to his friends
and told them
that he

loved them.
he wrote
a letter
to his parents
saying he was
sorry.

and
he wrote
a letter to the
sad girl
who sat
two seats behind
him on
the bus,
and told her
that she
was beautiful.