a boy
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Dear Eric,
The rumors you spread weren’t true.
All I can say is sorry.
It wasn’t suppose to mean anything.
Just a small a crush you weren’t meant to find out.
Please forgive me.
You were so wonderful.
As a little girl who loved to dream I was told a story
Of a little boy who came to Wendy's window in the morning.
He came and whisked her away from all the things she knew.
the way i feel about my son
i can not live without his love
if i were deserted in space
i would need his big wide smile
to keep giving in to life
he is all i need to live
he is all that my life is
This boy I feel I know very well,
He likes to wear a hat.
All of the posters he has are for games,
except for a couple drawings his grandma gave.
A box of "secret" things is on his work table..
Here I am, just a leaf, a feather
Unchained and unchanged by the wind
Sliding idly by. A dog barks, waiting for me
To lift off the boy's bike where on his seat I recline
He still notices me, waving my fingers to him
I jotted down a message to myself in my phone: “Write a poem about watches and bicycles and poetry.”
Is that all he really left me with?
Joyous are my wordsEscaping through their swollen dry mouths.My own penmanship floating through the air.
