Non-Erotic PoetryThe Sweetest Boy I Ever Feared“Stay” he called softly,
hoping there was a chance
I would change my mind,
sit down once again,
and fill his smile with praise.
The look in his eyes
when I said I had to go
turned my heart inside out
a dozen times.
I wanted to stay
but he is not my little boy
in the dirt clad shirt,
wind tunnel hair,
and shiny spectacles,
and I’m not sure how much to give
before my heart lies in his hand
and I watch him
none the wiser
walk away.
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