The Last Bench
Aysha Nizar
Behind his back, a girl would always watch,
from the last bench where silence kept her company.
Every day she came to that dreaded place,
not for the lessons, but for a glimpse of his face
the only spark that gave her reason to stay.
It wasn’t just his face she admired,
but the sleepy eyes that held hidden worlds,
the careless smile that lit shadows away,
the small, endearing habits
That made him quietly unforgettable.
She saw him more than she saw anyone else,
Yet never once could she speak.
Her voice would vanish,
her mind turning into blank pages
whenever his presence drew near.
Still, she carried him in her secret skies,
painting his laughter like constellations,
holding him close in a place
where courage was never needed.
And then
without a word, without a glance
he left.
The boy she adored slipped away,
leaving her with nothing but silence.
Now, the tiny hope she carried each day
has dissolved into a single tear,
falling quietly,
like the goodbye she never got to say.
Yet in the quiet corners of memory
she still sees him
a fleeting light,
a gentle ache,
a boy who never knew
He was someone’s whole universe.
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