I often see a boy whom I pass in the halls
It seems that every time I notice him
He also notices me;
Our eyes always find each other
Until we realize how awkward it is
And then we change the direction of our sight
But we part ways content with the other's presence;
As if we both check off our little run in off our daily routine schedule;

And we've done this since day one of this school year,
So when I noticed him yesterday I thought about if I ended my life
I thought about how people say you'll impact people you don't even know;
Those who don't even speak to you,
Maybe just someone you pass every day or even a secret admirer
So I found myself asking myself,
'Would it affect him?'
I still sit here asking myself that over and over,
'Would he be affected?'

Because maybe just us acknowledging each other helps him get through the day
Or maybe just seeing me helps him feel calm knowing familiar surroundings
Now I pass him in the halls and as our eyes catch the other's gaze I mentally think,
'Would you care if I was gone?'
As if this shy freshman can hear me telepathically and respond back
I wish I knew the answer...