Letran

I will remember the sound of your voice when you say my name;

The pizza you sliced and put on my plate;

The garlic bread you offered;

The spaghetti platter you held so I could put some on my plate;

The water you poured into my glass;

When you asked me if I was being bullied a lot;

When you defended me against the bullies;

And when you told me that there's no honor student that is shy.

I wish I could loosen up a bit of myself and put my guard down.

Maybe then you'd talk to me a bit more.

Maybe then...

(v.a.)