Between the Bells

The first bell rings at eight fifteen,

Backpacks hit the floor,

Everybody's talking As they rush through every door.

I take my usual seat

And stare out at the rain,

And somehow in a crowded room I notice you're not there again.

The teacher starts the lesson,

But I'm somewhere far away,

Drawing little circles On the corner of the page.

I hear somebody laughing

And for a second I look up,

Thinking maybe it was you—

But it never is.

Between the bells, That's where I miss you most.

In the seconds no one notices,

When the hallway starts to close.

I wish you were beside me,

Just to make this day feel right.

I'd tell you all the little things That happened since that night.

The whole school keeps on moving,

But my thoughts refuse to go.

Between the bells, I'm wishing you were here,

you know.

Lunch is loud and crowded,

But I barely say a word.

Someone asks me what I'm thinking,

And I say, "Nothing,

just the noise."

Then the bell rings through the hallway,

And everybody starts to run.

I walk a little slower,

Wishing you were walking with me.

Maybe tomorrow morning I'll walk in and see your face.

Maybe you'll be standing there Like you never

went away.

Until then, I'll keep a little hope

Hidden in my sleeve,

Because sometimes missing someone Is the hardest thing to leave.

Between the bells,

I still look for you.

In every crowded hallway,

In everything I do.

I wish you were beside me,

Laughing like you always do.

Maybe school would feel different If I had one day with you.

The final bell is ringing,

Everyone is heading home,

But somewhere between the bells,

I never feel alone— Because even when you're gone,

A part of me still hopes That tomorrow between the bells,

I'll finally see you close.

The hallway empties,

The lights turn low.

I walk home slowly…

Still wishing you were here.

In between the bells