But
I’m not.
For once,
I’m not.
I wish I could just…
Let him feel
What I feel when he holds me.
Then, he’d understand.
He thinks
I think he’s just like the others.
I don’t.
I know he’s not.
I don’t understand why,
But that’s why I like him
The way I do.
If he could hear my prayers,
Then, he’d know.
And if he’s wondering
If I’ll remember him in twenty years,
If he’s made that much of an impact,
Then,
He wouldn’t be able to imagine
How he’s helped shape my heart.
Age 16