Hur hur hur... You'll never guess who I wrote this poem for. >.<
Title: The Laspe Back
I remember You walking round the red track,
You were hunching, hauling your blue schoolbag.
It was raining, we watched You through the cracks,
I called out to You as they hurried through the steps.
You didn't hear me; my voice misplaced in sadness,
I waved, You turned You smiled You waved You turned
There was enough. In that instant glimpse of debt,
My mind was desperate to grasp that death of depths,
In Your eyes, half laughter half tears and half pacts.
I knew You then, knew who You are then.
We stirred in circles before we met in the same set.
I know more than them, Your significance to clasp.