Just

• Melissa Wilson, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2005

He was just an acquaintance,
Until he came with a smile.
More than just the Head Girl's brother,
At least for awhile.

It was strictly platonic,
We became really good friends.
We had so much in common,
Why did it end?

I suppose it was the rumours that started,
But why did he listen?
Why did he care?
Why does he pretend like I'm not even there?

I want nothing more than to be his friend.
I want to be friends to the end, like we once thought we'd be.
I just want him to be my friend.