The boy walked slowly
In step with her heartbeat.
Tears the sky cried last night
Flowed at his feet.
Through the cracked pebbled path
That shimmered like her tresses.
He didn’t glance back
For he felt her eyes on him everywhere.
Not her name, not her abode,
But that she was in his life forever.
In the form of passing shadows
And in the form of sunlit windows.
He need not hold onto her,
Nor follow her,
Nor please or disappoint her.
He need not name this feeling,
Or cling to it, for he knew
She had become the meaning of his life.
He heard her singing
Beneath the lamp post they stood.
The sparks of laughter
That spilled from her eyes
Lighted his dull spirit.
The streets that he walked now,
The blue street with washed out black,
Where she walked with him
Will never be the…
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