He’s beautiful and you’re you,

and you want to tell him just how lovely he is

but

You can’t.

You’re scared and it’s a few days before summer

And he smiles at you and he is just so wonderful

But you are you.

And you want to tell him how lovely he is

but

You can’t.

It’s the summer now

And you’re cherishing the warm nights

And soft breeze.

The glow of the sun reminds you

of the wonderful boy

who you just could not

tell him how lovely he was.

The phone rings as you place your sister to sleep finally.

You think it is just your mom, or a friend,

phoning to see how you are.

As you answer you know something is wrong;

The voice on the other end is crying

and soon you are too

as you learn that the beautiful boy who was so lovely

had committed suicide.

And now it is 4 AM and you are wondering

if maybe he would still be here

if you told him how lovely he was.