A/N: Random narrative poem. I think. Not related to me. It's just that, I was saying the line, "The boy she left behind" over and over in my head, and it seemed to make a good poem. I don't know. I've been away from poetry for a while now and I think it's time to get back.

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The boy She left behind

She loved him with all her soul

All her heart and all her mind

He was certainly an ideal boy

A one true-of-a-kind

They had no special bond

A love was not there

He gave not an interest

He gave not a care

One day they were separated

She left behind the guy

Who else could take an interest?

None other than I.

I soon saw what She saw

Her thoughts had become mine

When She left, I just had

To fall for the boy She left behind

He had always seemed

To take an interest in me

Even in the days

He was loved by She.

I noticed him catching my eye

Back in the days She was here

But I took no special interest

Until the days She disappeared

What could I do? What could be done?

Could we have a love to last?

Will we work out? Does he still love me?

Am I thinking way too fast?

Would She be happy

If She found about this love?

Or would She cry, scream,

Hurt, push, shove?

I may never know

For She is impossible to find.

I guess I'll keep, I guess I'll love

The boy She left behind.