7.14.2009

met a boy in an empty village.
he sat on a curb-side.

his hair was long like yours.

he asked, "are you new here?"
I replied, "no, been here all my life."
he said, "I'm new here." and looked down at his toes.

he seemed lonely.
and
I saw my loneliness in him.

I walked on.
and on.

and
somehow
ran into him again.

he said "hi, again."
and I said, "are you having fun yet?"
and
he said "not yet."

I said, "don't worry, you will."
and
smiled.

knowing.
he has never had to live through a broken heart.