Invisible

Eve finds me,
unable to go to class
crying
in the bathroom.

She doesn't ask.
I don't tell.

But something in her expression
cccccstops my tears
cccccand I take a deep breath
cccccand walk to class with her.

The teacher
sees red eyes
and doesn't say anything
about how late I am.

I'm grateful;
it's just a tiny sign
of caring
but it's there.

Even if it's from a teacher
who is supposed to care.
It's their job.

cccccI wonder briefly
cccccwho would react
cccccif one day