I Worry

I’m worried. 

He sits there everyday waiting for the bus. 

The other kids are huddled together, performing all the shenanigans kids do as they wait for the bus as well. 

This kid is alone. 

He always looks despondent, disconnected from the others, almost as if carrying the weight of the world is his purpose in life. 

He can’t be more than ten or eleven. 

Ten or eleven shouldn’t know the weight of the world, shouldn’t know burdens so heavy that sadness colors his aura. 

Every morning I want to stop and talk to him. 

I want to ask him what is wrong. 

I don’t. 

I drive by and make a mental note to observe more carefully tomorrow as maybe I’m misreading the situation. 

Maybe he’s just tired. 

Maybe he didn’t have a good breakfast. 

Maybe he doesn’t want to go to school. 

But every morning it is the same. 

Sad. 

Hunched over. 

Apart from the rest. 

Speaking to not a soul around him. 

Reminds me of someone I used to know. 

He turned out fine. 

He made it through. 

Still…

…I worry. 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s