The Girl Three Rows Ahead
I never knew the little girl who sat three rows ahead,
’cause, even though I heard her laugh,
she never turned her head
Her hair was curly on the sides. I could not see her face.
But what I saw from three rows back
looked very much in place.
I never saw the little girl who sat in front of me.
But what I saw from head to shoulders
looked as it should be.
I could not tell you if her eyes were hazel green or blue,
or if her eyebrows were so brown,
or if her freckles grew.
I could not tell you if, upon her forehead, she had bangs,
’cause she would be the first to leave
whenever the school bell rang.
But even though I didn’t know the girl three rows ahead,
it would’ve been nice to know about her;
other than just her head.
Should I have tapped her on the back, just to say “hello”?
Could we have become the best of friends?
…. I guess I’ll never know…