Poetry

Silent River

She was quiet.
All alone with nobody to talk to,
So she remained speechless.
She'll often sit outside of the school,
Headphones on, head in lap.
Sometimes I would wave to her.
And she always waves back,
with the same sad smile on her face.
There was more to her,
Something deeper.
I felt it.
This became an everyday thing
The wave,
The sad smile,
And the feeling of hopeless that surrounded her.
Until one day she wasn't outside.
Something was wrong.
I found her, crying.
I hugged her tightly, "I'm here for you."
She smiled, a real smile,
"Thank you."