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

Another time

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.