Sometimes it makes me wonder,
how easy it would be if you had been
the nerd no one cares about.
No one would give a crap if we talked.
No one would pause and whisper.
No one would stare.
But no, you had to be that
popular guy.
I never regretted becoming friends
with you, Ethan.
I never did.
But the bruises that ache when I move
or the accidental shoves against the locker from your lovely friends
does makes me think,
'If only you had been that
invisible nerd.'