He'll never know about
her poems,
about her thoughts,
about her tears.
He knows her face,
he knows her laugh,
he knows her plans and fears.
He'll never know
the pain she feels
when he walks away.
He'll never know how
long she waits
to see him another day.
He always knows she's there for him,
he knows she'd never make him cry.
He knows she's hurt,
he knows she's sad
but he'll never know he's why.
