There was a boy
who’s smile was sweet
and who’s voice was soft.
In a hallway,
he took a seat
next to a girl
who cried,
shoulders slumped in defeat.
He asked her
why she cried
but she didn’t answer.
He asked her if shee needed a friend
to which she didn’t lie
and said, “yes, I do.”
So there he sat
by her side
with nothing to say.
He waited for her
to look up
or say the next words.
But quiet she was,
except for her sobs,
just loud enough to be heard.
He sat
and he waited,
in comfortable silence
until her crying subsided.
Then he asked,
“can I pray?”
And he did.
He praed for a girl
he didn’t know.
He gave comfort
to a stranger
at their hardest times.
This boy
with the sweet smile
was a light in the darkness.
But yesterday,
the darkness consumed him –
the candle has burned out.
I lost a friend
last night
to suicide.
And I’ll forever be
in his debt
for praying
for the girl in tears
while he will forever be
in my memory
as the boy with the sweet smile
who showed me great kindness
for praying for me.
Jynx Frostbyte 