Everything about him,
suggests that he is lonely,
he is misunderstood and lost inside.
Yet even at distance
you know so much about him,
the way that he walks,
hands in his pockets and head hung low,
slinking around like a dog,
waiting for a home

    Little Boy Lost.  
       Little Boy Lost.

When he talks he stammers,
then pauses uncertain.
of what should be said.
And when he listens,
he seems filled with endless energy
restless he stretches, looks around
leaning and pacing,
Like a small boy, impatient with elders voices

    Little Boy Lost
        Little Boy Lost

He has the awkwardness of adolescence
blurting out tremendous questions crudely.
On occasion he smiles, unaccountably
as if told a dark joke known only to himself
You can sense it, the badness inside
but you like him,...

    Little Boy Lost

maybe it's the simple ways?..
like a wink of one eye
or the suitableness in a smile
the type that comes in secret
shared by only we two
as if we are our own reasons
we are above the rest,
beyond the average everyday types
there is a bond, a connection
words shared with no verbalization
we are special, you and I
set apart, made unique, different
and the way we are together
we should hold on to this
what ever it is, it is
and it is enough, it is worth it.
labels are for those that can't see
or pick out one from the next
we need no such thing,
a thousand miles distant,
a lifetime apart,
I'd know you in an instant,
like rivers know the direction
of the land, it's hills and bends
the very very start of the journey
the ocean at its end
what you and I share is...
what it is,.. so long as we believe it
i am willing, if you are too.