Silent Witness
She walked with a restless stride
Yet her steps seemed delicate.
She always held her head high,
Her back was very straight.
She was tall and slender,
With collar bones like wings of a bow.
She always wore t-shirts and jeans;
Her voice was slightly husky; sweet and low.
Her dark hair was unruly,
With a brownish tinge rather than black.
The wayward strands tied securely
By a red ribbon at the back.
She had a classical profile,
The nose slightly retrousse’ at the tip.
Her face was pale and luminous.
She had a pouting lower lip.
She sat in the front row
And was one of the toppers of the class.
I was a tough-tied back bencher
And barely managed to pass.
Yes she was beautiful,
With a beauty that leaves its own impress.
I never did get to speak to her,
It’s enough to have been a silent witness
