There is a boy I had once known
Who was always quiet and always alone
He never had friends and never would talk
He always kept his head down when he would walk
I never spoke to him or tried to be his friend
But I somehow knew he had scars to mend
So maybe “known” is not the word that should be used
Because “knowing” and “know of” must not be confused
Sometimes I wonder about him even though it’s been years
What was the reason behind his unshed tears
Why was it that he always seemed down
What was the cause of his constant frown
Years later I wish I had at least flashed him a smile
Or even offered him a simple ” hello” once in a while
Too dumb and stupid I was back then
The naivity that comes from being a grade 10
So to the boy who always covered his face
Just know I wish that I had given you just one embrace
You are still thought about to this day
And wherever you are, I hope you are okay