At A Glance Poem by Eve Smith

I've seen his face a thousand times.

Known him for quite awhile.

I've been his enemy and his friend.

I wonder when I started to care.

So solitary, shy and quiet.

Never talked unless he had to.

Almost everyday I would see him go.

Unlike others he kept his head low.

As I sat there I tried to make his face appear on the page.

A thousand times I tried a thousand I failed.

The only way to draw him was with his back to me.