That Boy from Class

Prologue

There was a boy in our class who never spoke

He had no friends, he was always alone

At times, from my seat, I looked back

Only to see him looking away, so detached

Outside of class, I never saw him

And not once have I ever spoken to him

We crossed paths only once a day

Then he would disappear while I went my own way

But on a day like any other, I was on my way home

It was a tragic day; I should have known

Speeding headlights were rushing towards me

I was nearing death, but someone saved me

He pushed me away and was hit instead

The impact was great; the ground turned red

I ran to my savior, bleeding on the pavement

What was he thinking trying to be my angel?

As I turned his head, I was surprised

I knew his face, I knew those eyes

Pain was in me; I had to ask

Why did he save me, that boy from class?

In my arms he was going to die

Before our "hello," it was already "goodbye"