A Tribute

Sometimes I prefer that I was lonely again.
To hear the sweet sound of silence, in moments when I
just bought a tray of food during recess and then wonder who should I sit with
or holding the phone in my hand and wondering who to call or sms
because I felt so alone and... unlikable.

As occasional reminders about those lonesome times ring
I remember a friend who sat beside me on that empty canteen bench
and the one whom I relegated to the last resort when I could tell nobody my pains.
He sat gently beside me and cried too.

Like a Father he taught me how to be confident.
He completely silenced the voices that labelled me anything less than a good and capable man.
I asked if I could have some close friends, and He gave.
I asked to be popular with girls, and He responded humourously

So in times like now I sniff the silence
It brings me back to the place where girls and friends fall short
Whom to talk to or who to sit with
remain questions I'll gladly hesitate to answer.