Some boy I knew

Some boy I knew

What would you do if you knew a boy so well?

You knew all of his clothes, each shirt, hoodie and

jeans.

Had your favourites of

these.

You knew each sign and symbol he spoke, he taught you

those.

But when it came to holding you hand he

froze.

Spoke some half-assed riddle of truth and pictures of

smiles.

For you to put in your

files.

Wrote you sonnets,neither stolen nor

borrowed.

But with observation he

followed.

Each of your weaknesses, wrong dribbles, crazy goals in the

snow.

Yeah, you would remember each bastard smile he would

throw.

Those intimate chats in cramped cloakrooms, souls to

soul.

Private jokes, advert songs changed to make us

whole.

Strange looks from wiser eyes, asking for a stronger

connection.

No, the stained windows that you called eyes, kissed my

reflection.

Thursday 22nd April 2010