The Locked Boy

Boy, does he seem lost

The boy whose shoulder touched mine a few months ago

The boy with keen eyes

The boy who observes

The boy whose glances and stares,

are pointed to me

The boy who is entirely different from others

The boy whose breath touched my face a few months ago

The boy who is too shy to be stared at

This boy whom I like so much

This boy whom I admire from afar

This boy whom I’ve dreamt about

This boy who graces my mind with his presence

Yet this is the boy who always gives me a cold shoulder in the hallway whenever I try to make an attempt to say “Hello”.

This boy, is my guy in the hallway.