moving on...

I saw you behind that big crowd of friends you had. Amidst the sarcasm, pride, and stupidity. I knew you did not fit in there.

I saw you again, this time with that green long sleeved shirt. You looked at me.
I wondered if you had something to say.

Two autumns later, we held our hands and walked through three blissful springs. And as I turned to walk towards my dewy path, I heard you cry.

I hushed you to sleep. Your cheeks still wet with tears.
And I watch you now, for the last time; scared of the world that awaits me without you.
But I must go.
Before the dawn brings another dusk.