In a college course
In a high school room
A question was asked.
Is death such a thing,
That in the end we all want?
A two page essay
And hours have then passed
Sitting at the computer
In a small home there,
At the edge of the street?
A girl there sat
Barely with her eyes open
Sitting by a screen
Nothing to do at all,
Where had her day up and gone?
A blip from familiar
Faces, face on it's own
Lit up the day
If only for her alone,
And he may never know of this?
Asking for her help
She told him a thing
Run with the idea
Never let it go, Will,
You run, you clever boy, and remember?
Because of a favorite
Television show she still watches
Even in between seasons
And he knows that, too,
She wonders silently alone, 'Does he
remember?'
And maybe he does
And maybe he does not
But she doesn't care
Because she helped him write,
So maybe she will write something, too?
At the same screen
She wrote a little poem
About a boy and
A quote she never forgot,
Because just maybe they'll remember
this together?
