A/N: A teacher at my school was killed in an auto accident recently, and this started out as kind of a tribute to him. It somehow ended up and OLS poem instead though but for the most part it was written from my own POV. But then I thought it would be a good idea to express how Jim felt when Hilda died since he wasn't all that close to her and this was the result. So here it is, from Jim to Hilda after her death. And it's detected to Mr. Stowell, you'll be greatly missed.

..::*The Friend I Never Knew*::..

I can't say that I was close to you,
Or that I knew you well.
I didn't know you like he did.
And I honestly couldn't tell,

Anyone much about you,
Or the person that you were.
It all seemed so sudden,
Memories of you seem blurred.

But it's hard to say good-bye to you.
It doesn't feel like your gone.
And then when I feel all right again,
I feel like I've done something wrong.

But I can't morn for you the way I should,
The way that you deserve.
I don't know why it hurts me too,
That it was your turn.

I didn't even know you.
You never knew who I was.
We could barely say that we were friends,
This shouldn't bother me, but it does.

And then I think of him,
This hit him just as hard.
It's hurting him more than me,
It's adding to his scars.

And he's not the only one,
There's another friend that morns.
One whose existence is a mystery,
With no memories of before.

And thinking of them right now,
Makes my pain seem obsolete.
I'm the one who should be strong,
Give them help if they so need.

But I guess the truth of it is
That I feel just as bad.
And though it's not pain that I'll express
I think that I'm just as sad.

So I guess I just want to say I'm sorry
To the friend I never knew.
I should have let you know sooner,
That I'd miss you too.