My Last Poem for John

Hey John,

I never knew a name could stay, a simple word that crossed my way. A stranger’s face upon my screen, a person I thought I’d never dream.

They said your name, they spoke so high, They told me stories passing by. They said you had a charming face, A kind of person hard to replace.

But when I saw you standing there, a simple man with a thoughtful stare. No sudden spark, no hidden sign, No feeling that you would be on my mind.

You were just a teacher in my class, a lesson I thought I’d simply pass. A subject I struggled to understand, and a world of thoughts I couldn’t command.

I never loved the things you taught. My tired eyes would lose their thought. Sometimes I fought to stay awake, Waiting for the class to finally break.

But then your voice would fill the air, a sound that somehow felt so rare. A voice so calm, a voice so clear, That made the distance disappear.

I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but I remember that moment now. When sleepy eyes began to see, A little spark I couldn’t name in me.

You praised the way I spoke that day, The words I formed, the things I’d say. You noticed something I never knew,A simple compliment that came from you.

I smiled quietly, I looked away, Pretending it was just a normal day. Because at that time, I truly knew, I had no reason to think of you.

So I made a promise deep inside, A promise I would never hide.I’d focus on dreams, I’d find my way, And keep these feelings far away.

Because you were only a person I knew, A teacher guiding me through what I do. I never thought, not even once, That you would become my sweetest verse.

But life has stories we cannot see,With unexpected pages waiting to be.And maybe this was where it all begun—With a simple voice beneath the sun.

The first time I heard you speak my name,I never knew my heart would change.