Boy who weeps

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I met a man, A man who was a boy.

Submitted: May 14, 2010

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Submitted: May 14, 2010



I met a man
A man with a mustache
A story I told him
For the stories he told me
I had eyes closed for a mere second
Not a blink
And I still saw so much
For this man began to weep
The stories in side him
I listened and sat
Admired him through closed eyes
To see the way he weeps
Boy why are you so beside yourself
Boy, why are you not a boy, but a man?
You look like a man but you do not act like a man
You don’t do what the men do
You have a mustache
You suppurate perpetually to me
Are you a man?
Do I have the right to tell you that you are a boy?
A beautiful boy with flourished black hair
A beautiful boy whom I am in love with
But I must go for I do not really know you
You talk to me as I am alone on the side walk
But we shall never remember one another, as we did today
I will remember the memory, but never the feeling
The feelings of this man, this man who is a boy.
This boy who weeps to me.

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