D'you remember the boy from the secret garden?
He lived in my space.
He chewed on my grass.
The littlest boy you'll ever see.

His bones made of Styrofoam.
He couldn't run, slow; the way I liked to run.

He kicked so hard,
in happy days.
My bruises; shaped like hearts.

The boy; died in his fairytale of imperfections.
Tiny bones failed.
The boy; left me with the ugliest empty space.
You'll ever see.

I miss my grass.