By Shy Violet So sad to see you go so soon,
You leave me in a tensed up state.
I will not know your name,
But I will dream of uttering it.
You walk away, so unsure of yourself.
I know, because I do the same.
What could have happened if we had met,
Instead of just exchanging glances?
Would we have been forever changed?
Was there a reason for us never to speak?
And never truly know each other?
Save a few stolen chances.
I guess we'll never know,
Because you've left,
You've walked away,
And I was far too slow.
Poem: For the Boy Sitting Alone at the Next Table
