Sadly, you don't remember his name.
You probably heard it before,
Maybe when the teacher was taking attendance
Or when his friend called for him from across the room,
But you don't remember it, and frankly, he probably didn't know yours.
In Math, he was the second seat from the back,
Your desk neighbor.
He was...a lot of things actually,
-Never prepared for class
-Always on his phone, but couldn't tell you the time
-Texting was his first priority.
He was always texting her
But before getting the wrong idea,
He wasn't your crush, nor someone you talked to very much.
He was simply the unnamed boy who sat next to you in class,
The one with his girlfriend on his mind 24/7.
He was head-over-heels for that girl.
Truly he loved her, willing to do anything for her.
She was his first...and his last.
The whole class knew this because every day, before the bell,
He'd announce what they did together over the weekend,
Both legal and illegal things.
You personally never cared, probably never really listened to be honest.
Sure, he'd occasionally tell something funny that happened
But what was the point in knowing his personal life?
When it happened, he skipped a day of school,
Came late to class the next.
He had his headphones in and put his head down.
No one really noticed, except you.
She was the world to him, but he wasn't to her.
She had gotten bored with him.
He wasn't her first and was far from being her last.
As the days dragged on, he proceeded to act normal.
You noticed his odd behavior, but never commented on it.
But something was wrong; you just couldn't put your finger on.
It was his business, not yours.
You heard that his girlfriend had become his Ex,
And she already had a new boy at her hips.
The next day, his seat was empty,
And the next...
And the next.
You see, this is why you regretted not remembering his name because...
You never knew when the Suicide Countdown began,
Until it was too late.
