To Hoping you Know

This is a poem that I wrote a long time ago to a girl I used to know. We were never close, but I ate lunch with her every day my 8th grade year. I left the group half way through my freshman year and never looked back. I was ironically closer to the girl who ended up shooting her in the head my sophomore year of high school. I still don't know why it happened but me and my classmates continue to wear blue because it was her favorite color. I wrote this poem not long after it happened but its took me a few months before I decided I needed to put it out there. I was never close with her, but the fact that we never will be is what stings even more than walking into a classroom that no longer has her smile in it that I had took for granted all those years, or going to the funeral of one of the nicest girls I had ever met.