What is the Word to Change the World?

Together?

I remember how you always sat besides me.

You sat there silently,

as if you were waiting for me to speak up.

But why should I speak first?

You were the one who sat by me.

We sat in solitude with only our thoughts.

***

Everyday you would sit by me,

and everyday we wouldn't talk.

I remember the one day where you didn't come by.

At first I was curious,

but then I didn't care.

You didn't come back for some time then.

I don't remember counting the days,

and I eventually forgot you even sat near me before.

Then one day you were back.

You were there at the wall before me, 

and you spoke,

"I want to show you something."

You lead me to a room.

"Here we are."

There was no people in here,

and what occupied the room was a piano.

All I did was look up to you confused,

and as I did I remembered your features.

You had a soft, handsome face,

and I'd wonder why you chose to sit by me.

You had people caring for you,

people you had to care for.

People who would walk to you when you were sitting beside me and ask,

"are you okay?"

They never spoke to me, only to you,

because you were special,

unlike me.

But then you led me the piano,

knowing something I didn't.

You sat us both down on the seat,

and pressed a single finger on a key.

Letting it go, you looked up to me.

"I've always wanted to learn how to play the piano."

I stare into your blue eyes.

A rich, dark, blue that puts the ocean to shame.

A blue you don't let go of until you're too far in.

You smile your charming smile and kept talking,

"and I've decided that we are going to learn how to play

together."