The same boy who injected doubt in me
appeared in an insignificant cloud of life’s happenings.

He had a bad day, he said.

And I was saddened by the lack of devotion in the air,
in his lungs.

He drifted off into the peculiar slumber existing only in the most meaningless of moments, and began telling me of a girl who took his breath away.

I, being the small one, “the lowly peasant” and his majesty would say,
questioned myself again.
” Am I..pretty?” I intended to ask,

My question just barely escaped my lips when the sentence had already tumbled  out of his:


“You’re beautiful.” He said.

And he doesn’t know it,
But it did wonders to my soul.