A Freshman

A Freshman enters through the doors of an unfamiliar school.
He looks around trying to find a friendly face.
Now he wanders the halls looking for anyone to befriend.
Through the chaos of the hurried bodies, he sees her,
Standing, talking about a long summer.
Walking towards her now, she sees him approach.
She shows him a warm and gentle smile.
The Freshman now knows who he wants to befriend.

Now a Sophomore enters a school.
He scans the buzzing halls for a familiar face.
Only to see a warm smile.
He knows that she is not talking about the summer.
For he know that she regrets every moment that she spent with him.

by Stephen Howard

Comments (1)

Nice theme used here Well done