in the oceans of souls looking for a high
on a summer night
and the sea of tousled blankets in the wet grass
there was a boy.

I remember how he looked.
holding her hand in the rain
his eyes were deep
in a way you could only tell
by staring into to them
I remember hearing his name hurt
it hurt to hear it.
even though I never had thought of him much.
Through the huddles of people
staring out into an empty night

there was him

there he was
holding her hand