All alone on a rainy night
I saw a boy, young and bright
I asked the boy, 'what is your name?'
he said no words, just stared
His face was *****, calloused palms
knees were ******, expression: calm
persistently stared at the dark grey sky
those eyes peered a hole through time
I sat with him and did not speak
covered him up, his body was weak
I noticed the boy never shivered, not once
and then, I started to speak
I asked his name once more, no use
he looked neither irked, nor amused
but then slowly he turned to face me cold
and that's when my heart stumbled
He wore a face, familiar to me
I blazed through lanes of memory
it took not long, to realise
that the vacant boy was me
teary eyed, I remembered the time
felt once again that sorrow, sublime
I closed my eyes, but when I looked
there was no boy, only the night