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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Blossoms Unseen


There used to be a boy—
Do you remember him?
He used to dog your steps,
Follow you around,
Listen to you talk,
Hang on to your every word,
Blush when you smiled at him.


You remember him, right?
A bit shy, that boy,
He had big black eyes
That did most of the talking
And a soft sweet voice
That we hardly ever heard,
In all those days and years.


Have you forgotten him,
The boy on the edges of the crowd?
He looked so very longingly,
But never spoke to you,
Because he was too scared,
Because it meant too much,
Because he loved you so.


Do you remember,
Or have you forgotten him?
Did you never even know
That he was there?