You
sat by the window, second row
Drew clouds in ink, slow and low
After the bell, we stayed too long
Pretending silence was a song
Chalk dust rising in the light
We never said goodbye quite right Blue window
after bell
The stories we would never tell You looked once,
I looked away
But the page still holds that day Discs are gone,
the room moved on
But that blue glass still feels like home
Young walls hold more than friends
Walls hold more than friends
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