The boy with black hair
Is staring at me,
He's talking about collage- pleased he got a C
He's changed so much,
although I won't say,
because this time last year, he would be ashamed of an A.
I say goodbye
As he watches my mums car go
Remembering him laughing at my mums red Clio.
Months later
I walked up the road,
He walked down as his blue eyes glowed,
He says hi and waves,
I smile and say hi,
I don't make the mistake of remembering goodbye,
The boy with the black hair
stares as I walk away,
Because the boy with the black hair realises what he lost that day.