I was walking toward the bus stop
when I spot a quiet kid
he rocked back and fourth
So I pulled out my phone
So I could pretend to text
because I figured
my resistance
to keep my distance
would make him oblivious
when I ignored his existence
He rocked with his eyes wide
and i sat down by his side
he didn’t move
He didn’t make a sound
I wondered if he could talk
he started at nothing
but somehow he watched like a hawk
A voice in my head told me to talk to him
and I did
I asked him why he’s alone
I knew he wasn’t just waiting for the bus
He told me of someone who had it all
he was lucky and wealthy
but he wasn’t that healthy
and he paused his back and fourth rock
And he told me that when you have everything in the material you get nothing that’s for real
My friend came over and he brought our conversation to the end
and I told him of a weird boy who was talking and rockig and we laughed but that boy he heard us
and when I laid in my bed
I realised how grateful I was for the voice in my head
That made me talk to him
we make fun of or ignore something we throw in the bin
but I realised that’s how we’d just treated him