lost boy

his eyes were always hollow

had red shadows all around them

i thought him tired from work

followed him everywhere, saying ‘my love’!

sometimes he showed signs of life

others he was caught in the abyss inside

i thought him consumed with love

maybe calling the verb ‘assuming’ a virtue isn’t proper.

i could lose myself in the worlds

that my lost boy revivified in his eyes

travel to destinations unkind

i could simply say he put me out of my mind.

it took me months if not years

to understand that my boy was actually weird

and the worlds I found inside his eyes

were actually dreams ricocheted from mine …