Poetry In Every Emotion

9.

He was the quiet kid in class

Who didn't bother anyone.

And she never really bothered

To know any more about him.

His routine seemed mundane and sad,

She'd rather be caught dead than be seen with that lad.

He seemed to be fading

and withering as days passed.

She wanted to talk to him,

But hesitated and ran back.

When she had finally mustered up enough courage,

It was too late since cancer had taken the first privilege.

She never ever saw him again since then,

But mourned for the good friend that he could have been.

~Priyavarshni~