That boy,
I've dug through
the depths of his mind.
The valley's,
    and crevices,
of thoughts
    and interests,
emotions and feelings.

I've explored every
inch
of his physical
existence.

The curves of his
nose,
    his cheek bones.
His arms and his torso.
His stomach and all.
    I know that boy.
He may not be mine anymore,
    but ******* it,
that boy,
    that boy is still mine.