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The Bystander
I remember your hair,
Soft like feathers, colored like leather,
It got caught in my locker,
I pulled it out impulsively,
And you shuffled away,
I remember your sweater,
It was fuzzy like old money,
You wrapped it around your chair,
And I had to grab it to sit down,
Who are you? What are you?
Why do I care?
Are you in track or lacrosse?
Because I think I saw you there,
At the field,
With the turf,
You know which one I mean,
Gagging, pale green, hoping not to be seen,
I don’t know why I’m drawn,
Maybe I wonder what’s wrong,
I’m a good student,
I should be more prudent,
But seeing what you did,
With the people you’re with,
I get so scared,
Aren’t you just a kid?
You seem kinda nice,
But my mom gave me this advice;
Don’t go with people who aren’t your type,
So when I had you for gym,
Measuring B.P.M.,
I did all the work,
While you texted Josh on your phone,
And when I got home,
I checked facebook,
I couldn’t believe it,
I took a second look,
The skinniest selfie I’ve ever seen,
I knew your clothes were baggy but now I see,
Practically nude,
The world screams, so cute!
You have a problem,
Is there something I should do?
The next day at gym,
You didn’t come,
I had to do all the work,
I was really bummed,
I stopped by your house,
After three days,
I knocked on the door,
But I had nothing to say,
Your mom let me in,
Your house is so nice!
I love the décor,
Fresher than ice,
I say I’m your friend,
And I’m a bit concerned,
She said you’re kinda sick,
Those were her exact words,
We talked until nine,
When I had to say goodbye,
Carly wanted to come over,
And she needed a ride,
As I left your house,
I saw you come out,
Of Joshes car,
Making drunk sounds,
I hid behind a tree,
What’s wrong with me!
I tried not to move but soon I was seen,
“Hey Rebecca!”
“Hi Lucy!”
“Whatcha doin’ at my house?”
“You know, whatever, I’m just going now.”
“Oh, okay, goodbye!”
I drove home under clouds,
I kept thinking aloud,
I went to bed sadly,
Worrying about you madly,
Ten years later I saw you,
And you were not the same,
Not sure what I could’ve done,
But now I’ll always feel grey,
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