To The Boy Who'll Never Read This | Lourd Fermalino

Just once, I wish you'd look at me the way I look at you.
Only in daydreams do our eyes meet and mean something.
How can someone unkowingly hold so must of me?
Near you, yet never truly seen.
Remembering your laugh hurts in the best way.
Event silence speaks louder when you're near.
You live freely in my thoughts, unaware you've moved in.
Grateful, somehow, just to witness you exist.
Every small detail of you, carved in my memory.
Never once yours, and never will be, but still, I stay.
Even without hope, my heart refuses to forget.
Some feelings are written in secret — mine is you.

Poet's note: I wrote this poem for that one boy I know he will never read this. I wrote it using his name. Each line it has the letters of his name. Hoping he will read this someday.