I watch the stupid checkered shirts that look so good on you disappear down the way
Dark hair lost in the crowd
Part of my heart goes to sleep when you leave; a pint of my blood that will never bleed.
And I want to remember
With every fiber of my stupid useless heart
That day you were around,
I was near;
You marched straight through the crowd
and wrapped your arms around me
Just arms and contact and an exclamation from me,
Asking if you were alright
Because you never hug anyone.
And I cherish that night —
when you opened up your heart to me
Without ever saying anything at all.