A Poem To Reach You

And he was kept to himself

In a locked room most nights

Awake for the moonlight

Curled by the window sometimes

And she was upbeat and social

A full force to be seen

But never forcefully needed

To be noticed, at least

He was silent outide

But underneath he was crying

They all called him strange,

Too awkward and quiet

She could see from his smile

That there was pain underneath

She tried for a while

To give him what he might need

But I shattered the gifts, with a violent outbreak

Of every withheld emotion

And all of that hidden pain

Because of this I cant thank you

Not enough, though I do wish

I could someday repay you

Until then there is this

Just a poem to reach you, you who I’ve missed.