Library Hour

The library.

A quiet place.

The perfect environment for studiers and bookworms alike.

But this poem isn't about the library.

It's about a boy.

 

A simple boy sitting at a computer.

White headphones shoved into his ears.

Shutting out the world to focus on

Homework.

 

All until She walked in.

Catching his eye as She passed.

He gazed at Her with his stone eyes.

Admiring such a creation.

 

As She passed, She noticed him staring.

Inside, Her heart glowed.

This no one of a boy admired Her.

As She thought Herself ugly from the inside.

 

Awhile later, She had noticed he re-located.

To sit more near Her.

As She continued away on Her work.

She could catch a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye.

 

Perhaps it was cause of Her he had decided to move.

Maybe he wanted a better, closer look at Her.

It was all a possibility.

Yet, She noticed he could still focus on his work all the same.

 

She noticed him looking over every now and again.

Though She pretened not to notice it.

Maybe one day, She'll know his name.

Maybe not.

 

Funny how a simple nobody, a stranger

Could make your heart glow.

Or simply

Make you smile.

 

That simple moment had made her

Feel spcial, noticed, even important for once.

She didn't know how he did it.

But it had made Her feel worthy.

 

Soon after a good hour,

This boy departed the library.

Leaving Her to do Her work.

Perhaps to make Her wonder about him.

 

Other than that hour,

Perhaps She'll see him around.