“Why are you crying?” I hear her ask,
Walking by my desk
Pretending to check the homework
Just so she can say those words to me.
“I’m fine, really.”
I look away; she walks away;
But I think to myself,
It’s nice to have someone who cares,
Someone who wants to know you’re well.
Someone who hears
Even when you don’t speak.
Someone who sees
Even when you try hiding.
I think in the world to come
Everyone will be like that.