I remember clearly, it was autumn sprinkle of leaves
that crunched when I stepped closer to that shambolic building of knowledge and
I couldn't concern myself with adult shatters but guess wrongdoings get paid royaly.
Symbolic crash of books took pieces of music to get eyes
patiently interested, halls were always busy thus attention was only paid to
the pretty corners of it where I usually
would focus too but not this time.
It was the music class, I got it out of boredom and frail desire to free my complaints about
teen torrents and uninterested as I was I only saw the fall when I crashed her lyrics
in splatters on the floor.
Was she angry, I could have asked, she didn't have the best reputation either way; so
cold and distant, basically a friend to shadows so when I randomly read : 'the pain plucks
it's pleasure from our love to care' I felt uncovered, offended even?!
Her eyes never flared acknowledgement
or anger so I skipped words but that instance beat my voice for real when that stupid
pencil case of mine got forgotten one day in
the music room and she was there, all alone whispering those same
words in the most soothing touch I've felt
shivering me speechless.
Awkwardly I enter the room, her gaze never fixed above my face but I could tell
she was looking, embarrassment cherry blossomed
in her face but the stoic poise she grimaced gently annoyed me.
It was days or weeks that flipped with no crinkling in between and I almost forgot
when I finally see the same realistic facade swaying softly in the terrace wind
accompanied by the sun shaded sky.
It was routine to filter my days in and out of groups so when her loneliness presented itself
I wanted to push her away from my vision telling myself that there's no place for borish
people like her here, which I was right until a little melody chirps in.
Had I heard the song before, I still wonder but there was something nipping at my senses
to behave at least human like so I said nothing and sat as further as I could
her eyes never gazed my way not until break was over, that's when I caught a glimpse of her words,
'you're drowning too, heh?', leaving me ruminate about what her tiny smirk wanted to
imply with those words.
What did she mean by it? Huh?!