An etheric chokehold,
His sadness grasps my life force,
Tears welling up in his eyes,
falling down my cheeks.
A boy playing dress up as a young man,
Reaches his arms out towards the sky
Desperately searching for the words to fix the longing in his heart,
To fix the emptiness,
To fix the sadness,
To fix the lostness,
To fix himself,
Only to realize he’s become illiterate.
A young woman clutching a security blanket,
My heart protected by a fortress,
Of infinite words,
Isolated from the boy,
Unable to receive his apology,
To receive his love,
To receive his truth,
To receive myself.
Perhaps if I remove the cemented words from my mighty fortress, I can hand them to the boy, and he will finally have something to say.