This poem was written about a boy from my school whom I often see on the bus ride home. We're in the same geography lecture in school together, and I know at least one of his close group of friends. We've never talked, but we recognize each other and sometimes I like to tell myself that he looks out for me on bus 196. Although I had seen him for the past 2 years, I never really noticed him until recently, I'm not sure why, maybe because of his quiet yet gentle and strong demeanor. One afternoon, the sun was blazing hot outside, I sat two rows behind him, and actually looked at him properly for the first time. And I had feelings that I had never felt before. Curiosity about who he is as a a person, curiosity about his culture (since he is from a different culture as mine), and something bordering on affection. I went home and this poem just spilled out of my hands, graced by the light of the new moon that night. I hope you like it!