My blue eyed boy
There was something about you I recognised long before I understood it.
Maybe it was your calmness.
Maybe the way your mind wandered through the world.
Maybe it was simply that our inner children found each other and sat down to play while the adults were busy making everything complicated.
I've met many people, but I've never felt that particular kind of recognition before.
I wish you could have seen yourself through my eyes for just a moment—the beauty in you that existed before life became heavy, dark, strange or difficult.
You'll never be a loner or an outsider to me.
And if souls came with zips, I'd have climbed inside yours years ago, curled up beside that quiet little boy, and told him he was never as alone as he thought