To that boy ( unspoken words)

Not too bad after all?

New school, new faces,
finding someone with a troubled heart,
then I saw you and thought,
"it's not too bad after all."

You were there in your books,
with spectacles, "a nerd," they called you.
I saw the mischievous eyes beneath and thought,
"it's not too bad after all."

I sat behind you,
a desk away I was.
You introduced yourself and I thought,
"it's not too bad after all."

You called my name.
"It's just a name," I told myself,
then found my stomach protesting, and I thought,
"it's not too bad after all."

After the school hours that day,
you patted my back and waved,
"saying goodbye, we will meet tomorrow," and I thought,
"it's not too bad after all."

Then summer came, I lost my grandpa.
Losing him changed me altogether.
You said, "chatterbox, speak something," and I thought,
"it's not too bad after all."

You became one of the reasons for me to come to school,
not the first one though; it was always books.
We became unannounced friends, and I thought,
"it's not too bad after all."

Two years went by, as time flew.
We grew up, we had a glow-up,
new feelings, new heart, and I thought,
"it is not going to be bad after all."

But as my luck and my life
are always on the opposite sides,
you left for a new city, a new life, and I thought,
"is it going to be always bad for me after all?"

~ serenus

A/n '' that's how i started cherishing moments as nothing remained ''always'' for me so i started finding solace in fleeting moments''