Poetry? I don’t think so … but still…
So this piece? I would never call a poetry, mostly because I do not know how to write poetry, I’m more a prose person. Yet, I would not call this as a prose either. It is just a random piece of thought, which came to me tonight. After I woke up from a sort of melancholic dream about someone who I used to know and to some extent called a friend,( even though it was just more an acquaintance and NO – no romantical involvement!), and I haven’t seen him for years. Nonetheless, I had a strong urge to write this words down. So here we go.. it’s just a rumbling in the language which is not even mine… therefore I most sincerely apologize for the result.
The sweet young boy who I used to know…
I woke up with a sudden thought on my mind,
I did not why. Perhaps it was in my dream I just dreamed.
Perhaps, it came with a pixie dust from a wonderland.
Or I did not know, Oh I did not realize,
that his presence is still somewhere in the back of my mind.
Oh I did not know,
that I still could see the young sweet boy,
who was waving at me behind the window with a huge smile on his face,
a young sweet boy who made me laugh even when I wanted to cry.
A young sweet boy who hold me when I needed to be held,
told me thing I needed to be told,
Even though I was supposed to be the one who is wise and old.
Oh, I suppose he did not know, how much his kindness meant to me,
even though it was a casual one.
Oh, I suppose did not know that either.
Yet, after years I found out,
that he is still very present in my mind.
Or maybe not him, but the picture of a sweet young boy who I used to know,
a sweet young boy,
who might not, actually, existed even then.