i am just a little boy,
silent. she cries and i
stand there not knowing what to do.
doesnt say a word.
pleads with her eyes to meet with mine. a look away.
stop. sigh. sob.
isn't the first time; silence speaks more
than petty excuses ever could.

i used to be a wide eyed little boy. staring at the stars.
still am some nights, clinging to the legs
and breasts
of wordless women
silence driven thick into my head eyes wide while she slumbers
breathing slowly. lulling back into boyhood.
wide eyed scared the sky will
fall.
stop. sigh. sob.
isnt the first time

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