voices mumbling in the wind
moving leaves across my yard,
and worse, through my head.

where is that little boy? you know?
the one that floated with his hopes.

yeah, him.

remember, he was so full of joy, care;
yet i hear him shuffling thru my thoughts
every now and then, mostly he's gone.

i miss him. his hope, belief, his grin.

01/23/2008

Posted on 01/23/2008
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