b and w

5. brand new

♂

she did not put the hood
back over head today.
i think that i helped,
whatever did, anyways.

she still didn't speak to me, though.
and i didn't say anything to her, either.

when i have the courage,
then i will go up and say hello.

but for now i'll watch from
the sidelines.

but i wish she'd see me sitting here,
and she'd be the first to speak.
maybe she'd come up to me and ask
for a name, a class, a 'i know you, hood boy'.

and we'd laugh together,
a rippling feeling of joy and happiness,
a rising feeling of being loved.
of being understood.

but she's more broken than she appears
underneath the hood.
her face, pale and frail, with thin
blond lines of hair draping over it.

and those eyes.
those sad eyes.

but i didn't bring it up,
because i knew that's what she'd
been hiding all along.