𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬 & 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

the weather has turned cold
once again and the leaves
that lie dead on the pavement
swirl around in soft circles.
it was foggy that morning,
so much so that you could see
the clouds of fog
ominously waiting underneath
the streetlights.
I probably made a comment
about how I didn't like the fog
because it was a sign of humidity.
but I can't recall now.
I arrived to school late per usual,
yet I wasn't worried by it for I knew
music theory would still
be there when I arrived in my late fashion.
as I walked to the door that I
always entered through I noticed
a boy walk by.
all I can remember now was his
curly black hair and his brown eyes.
he had walked past but turned around
to open the door.
I was in awe of the gentlemanly act
he had just done and was more astonished
when he held the door open.
I knew him better than I liked to admit.
he sat in the front row of one of my classes,
entirely unbothered by whatever
we happened to be learning.
I knew him because he went out of his
way to be a nice guy.
he didn't try to be friends with people
who he didn't even like.
he didn't talk to the "it" group in our
class.
and he didn't even speak a word.
he simply gave courtesy and presented
his manners in the simplest of ways.
and that was when I was
most glad that I knew him,
for knowing one silently good soul
is better than knowing a thousand false ones.

written on: october 25th, 2020

a/n: thank you very much to the boy who happened to do this. you're a very kind soul and I appreciate you.