"Good morning beautiful," is what he would say to me
At the beginning of every French class
And stand in the doorway waiting for my arrival
Every French class
We were fourteen back then
And like any fourteen-year-old girl
I'd roll my eyes at him to show him I didn't care
But I did
And I would smile as soon as he wasn't looking
Last year of high school came
And I sat in my Religion class listening to the morning announcements
There had been a terrible car accident on the road
Everyone in the vehicle died
I can't remember now if Matt was the passenger or driver
All I understood was that the popular and cute kid I had in my grade 9 French class had passed away
I felt sad. Sure.
But it would take years,
for the gravity of the situation to finally sink in
The boy who'd always stand at the front door, welcoming me to French class
and call me beautiful
was now dead
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
"Good morning beautiful," is what he would say to me
At the beginning of every French class
And stand in the doorway waiting for my arrival
Every French class
We were fourteen back then
And like any fourteen-year-old girl
I'd roll my eyes at him to show him I didn't care
But I did
And I would smile as soon as he wasn't looking
Last year of high school came
And I sat in my Religion class listening to the morning announcements
There had been a terrible car accident on the road
Everyone in the vehicle died
I can't remember now if Matt was the passenger or driver
All I understood was that the popular and cute kid I had in my grade 9 French class had passed away
I felt sad. Sure.
But it would take years,
for the gravity of the situation to finally sink in
The boy who'd always stand at the front door, welcoming me to French class
and call me beautiful
was now dead
For Matthew. It's been well over a decade, but I still remember you
