A Poem For Jake

Hey, how are you We don’t talk much Well I talk, but you? Not much I’ve known you for A while Since sixth grade When my bus was late And I came in One seat left We passed papers back I turned around And there you were I froze inside Flash forward to the fire drill Where the high schoolers Screamed weird things At us We didn’t talk for a while After that But I admired you From afar Your bravery Intelligence Sports skills Which I’ll always lack And kindness You always were very kind Last year, we did talk A lot, in fact After school almost Every day Then we didn’t This year we only have A few classes together And I think that’s how It’ll stay but It’s fine I’ll just notice how You walk into first hour Just a little late Because of clean-up crew And how you sit in the back In seventh hour The teacher made you move And how you talk to your friends And don’t notice me Because you’ll always be you And I’ll always be me.