this is for the Boy who i talked about religion with
the one i sat with on the bus in 8th grade
the Boy that i had three classes with
constantly borrowed your notes

you were quiet and very serious
a lack of friends and words
you listened to old school rap
and no one would have expected that
i wish i knew more

your desk was empty in class today
and i sat and felt tears trickle down my face
no one asked if i was okay and i could not help but wonder if that is how you felt
so alone and misunderstood

i wish i asked if you were okay
and im sorry i did not
im sorry i shyed away