You see the girl with her nose buried in a book as she walks
You mock her for
She seems so engrossed in her book
You see the boy that tripped and dropped his books
You keep walking
The girl stops and helps the boy
Even if she seemed too unaware to notice
You kept walking
The girl didn't care she held her book in one hand and handed the boy his with the other
"Great book," you hear her say.
The boy nods
And they go their separate ways
As far as you know you never saw either of them
You reflect back on it and wish you hadn't kept walking
A/N: A poem that isn't really my point of view. I was the girl with the book and I have no idea who that boy was a few years ago. I just know I stopped and before I did everyone else just kept walking. Hope you enjoyed my poem.