The young boy cried but those tears belonged to an older man
His hands trembled and were as delicate as an old leaf still hanging onto a tree branch
When I touched him his body tensed, like a snake getting ready to strike
If it were possible, surely claws would have replaced his fingernails
As he walked his body was hunched over even though somewhere in him was a young boy full of life
I wonder that if I had met him earlier would he still be the same person he is now?

We got along so well, laughing with each other and at each other
We changed but I also thought we’d stick together, side by side always
Now when I look back do I only realize how naïve I was
I wish I could be happy and blessed with ignorance once again someday

My heart fluttered once our eyes met, my whole body felt light
How many other girls had he intoxicated with those eyes?
Our hands only brushed up against each other briefly yet I already craved more