I was there,
standing
with friends...
You were there,
standing alone,
perhaps lonely
too.
Deep sad eyes,
holding books
close to your chest,
as if trying to
hold your heart.
In an effort
to be strong
you took
a deep breath
which ended
in a sigh.
Maybe
you wanted
someone,
a friend,
someone
to hold
your hand
or hug you
and tell that
it would be
okay one day.
I never saw
you again...
I wish
I would
have talked
to you...
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