She normally finds
him all alone, sitting at
the graveyard, peaceful.
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He tries to ignore
her. Silently wishing she would
go home and leave him.
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He didn't deserve her.
She was to selfless for him;
Always watching him.
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Constantly watching,
Making sure he was alright,
Silent, yet loud, too.
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It was kind of weird,
No one that some one was there.
For him, she was there.
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And she didn't mind it,
He was lost in his own world.
Yet, she was always there.
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He knew it so well,
And it made him happy to know,
That she could be there.
A/N: Kind of depressed me, lol. My first story in Haiku, I hope it's okay.
Haiku is a japanese style of poetry. The lines are according to syllables. The pattern of syllables is 5-7-5.