Dazephyr

It’s six in the morning,
He’s in class, they’re copying
Work that he did, but
‘least he’s in their hearts.
Yet he’s noticed,
He’s never missed.

Twelve noon at last,
The time for games,
Yet no one sees
Someone watching
Them from afar,
Hidden by dust.

In the evening,
They’ll start calling
At six, without fail
To ask work details.
But soon his phone’s silent,
Once more he’s forgotten.