Him
He was waiting,
for the mysterious girl
who hid behind colorless books
and pigtails that swish,
who never smiled,
never frowned,
always
alone.
His parents, his friends
always tried to
set him up,
the only last member
to never
successfully settle.
To him,
never was like the sky,
stretching as far
and lasting as long.
At some point,
never always came
to an
end.
Can somebody know . . .her