It happened that cool & sunny day. I met you sitting in the grass Outside the art building, Drawing your squares and smiling so nice.
I sat myself down and you Told me a sad story of Middle school and an incurable disease.
I sat quiet and listened, right there In the cool grass, Right by the art building bushes As you quietly spewed the truth, All the while diligently drawing your squares, Noting their imperfections, As you told that sad story and I recognized your brilliance.
We sat there for fifteen minutes and then You realized you were late for class. So you left me, sitting there, Thinking about things, Outside of the art building, Squareless in the grass.