The boy I used to see in the halls...

A boy you see every day.
Every day, you see him alone
at school, on your bus, in the back of the room.

A boy you know in no way.
No way, you can't talk to him
even though you want to, need to, yearn to.

A boy you want to meet.
Meet him, pulled by something you can't decide
maybe his looks, his demeanor, his eyes.

A boy you look at before glancing at your feet.
Your feet, because he caught you looking his way
And he smiled, happily, and waved.

A boy you finally decide to greet.
But wait, he's not in the normal place by his lockers?
He's not at school, on the bus, he's nowhere at all in the room.
Where can you find him?

So you ask around, but no one even knows his last name,
no one on the bus knows where exactly he lives,
not even the teacher can answer.

Then, the next day, you're walking to the bus you both once road.
You look on the ground where the paper lays.
And you see his picture.
A picture with the word 'accident' above.


The boy you saw every day.
The boy you knew in no way.
The boy you wanted to meet.
The boy who made you look at your feet.
The boy you had finally decided to greet.

He died in a car crash with his father just yesterday.
And now your chance has been taken away.