I am walking home when
I hear a yell. It is real this time! I turn around to see a head
poked out a window, he yells my name. I let it fill me to the brim
'You're a loser!' he yells.
I feel my heart plummet and I turn away as his car drives away, I don't see him watching me with anxious eyes as I start to cry. I don't see him being handed money by his friends and being patted on the back, I don't see him lash out at them, 'I can't believe I did that,' he said, ',that was a really horrible thing to do.'
I don't see him write on the foggy windows.
I don't see him write, 'I'm sorry.'
I don't hear him whisper that he loves me.
My heart is broken.