The Elementary Express
The elementary express
These are five slow-paced most relaxing years
Of a little boy’s bright and early life
Where he was cultured through the presence of affection
He would not possess the bravery to
Be like the other kids
Holding the burning desire to show you everything
And when they say everything
They mean everything
And maybe he wasn’t certain on how to
Pluck at your knowledge
So he constantly asked the intense
One word question “Why”
Why are they holding hands?
Why is he eating his mouth?
He was smart
Maybe even smarter than the others
Intelligent
But surely, he doesn’t comprehend any of the answers
Not even the very, very, very simple versions
He gives his entire world
Only to grasp onto the bits and piece of the outlier city
Discoveries begin
The second grader selectively inspects a pencil
And he discovers the art of drawing
He adds more complexity
Coloring in all the minutiae
He keeps his drawings to himself
But deep down
He wishes to persistently
Poke your side
To grab your attention
And surround you with the question
Do you want to see a drawing of you?
The fear of you exploring his mind disrupts him
He does not like his blissful and cruel reality
Because when he dispenses all his little secrets
When feeling the maximum comfort with you
It’s in his nature
He’ll reveal the pressure he was born into
Either to be a fighter, a bully, or a psychotic
Perhaps even better, a scientist, a doctor or an engineer
Though even as a fourth grader
He’s afraid to share a memory with you.
As elementary went along
The way he expresses himself
The way he desires to show us the stars and sun from above
He craved our attention
His heart is a bottomless gallon of sweet milk
Waiting to fill the perfect tea cup
But shy does not thrive
He only waits for an inspiration of a creative mind
Where the environment is a fireball
A core of full meaning
Middle school
Not knowing that he will encounter that very person
A helping hand
An open ear
A giving tree
He was available
That was when he decides to open up
Hi! How are you!
Have a good day!
Social interaction began occurring
Until he met his future
The future
The present
High school
First year was pumped
Social and energetic
Wanting to be everybody’s companion
Yet his brain gears for the one person longs to embrace
And second year
It’s here
He began to open up his entire galaxy
Only to the one holding his meaningful memories
The person who took his Andromeda
Never had he been so lonely
All his life
He searched for his one and only
And only to find he may not have any friends
Maybe it’s just a matter of how true they’ve been
Because just like in elementary
He was willing to share his entire universe
To the person that no matter what he does
How much crap he puts them through
They will still always care about him
But he was in high school
The only time he ignited his wants
He craves a temporary
At the end of it all
His mind puts together puzzled memories
Where every single time he shares one
They seem to resemble a tidal wave
Washing on him
And he’d stay underneath
Drifting slowly
And after all the finger burning feed scrolling
Through falling in society
Or stories I will never write
He begins to go back to elementary
Holding back his doors
To release his mountain of thoughts
Because he begins to realize that
Even when nothing was done wrong
There is no more to love
No how was your day?
No calls ending late
And the touch begins to fade.
His true happiness will never be reached
And he will not get out of the elementary stage
Until you confirm with him
He will be asking
Do you love me?
Your answer should be
Of course I do.
He will be waiting.