The Figure In The Hallways

She was nothing
But a figure in the hallways
No where to be
No where she would be expected
She smiled at him every day
But he never saw her
He didn’t even know
She was in all of his classes
She went to school
Then home

Wrote the most beautiful poetry
About this guy she smiled at everyday
How he always seemed to look over or through her
How beautiful she thought he was
How when he walked into a room
The whole room would light up in his presence
When he laughed
It always made someone else laugh
His eyes full of life
Full of curiosity
He never missed a day of school
Was always there for his friends
She never seemed upset
When he didn’t see her
She wasn’t mad at him
She knew she was invisible
She knew she wasn’t cool like him
Nor had the amount of friends he did
She still smiled to him each day

Graduation came
She knew she would never see him again
She would miss his face
In the hallways always smiling
As she stood up on the platform
To except her scroll
She smiled
Walked off the stage
And never looked back

She was soon to be off to college
She got into Harvard, Berkley, Stanford, Yale and Princeton
But she choose to go to a small writing school in Maine
She published her book of poetry about this guy she always smiled at
It sold out the second day of being on the shelves all over the world
She kept it anonymous
People wanted so badly to know who she was
People sent letters
People made videos
Hoping that they could meet her
One day
For she was there inspiration
There idol
They saw her poetry
Really they were seeing her
For once in her life
She felt like people saw her
For who she was
And not for what she wasn’t
People wanted to know
Who she was writing about
Who this man was that she talked about
So beautifully
In every one of her poems
But she wouldn’t tell nor come out and tell them whom she was
For she didn’t want to change the image of whom he was in her mind
She was afraid that if she said it was him
She wouldn’t remember him as the man she saw in the hallways
Each day
Smiling

She wrote the most beautiful poetry
About this guy she smiled at everyday
How he always seemed to look over or through her
How beautiful she thought he was
She was nothing
But a figure in the hallways
No where to be
No where she would be expected
She still smiled to him each and every day