boy
he talks
to me
but in his mind
he sings to me
but through his work.
i have never heard him sing.
but i have heard the singing of his heart.
he communicates to me
through the words of others.
and yet,
he makes them his own.
he...
is like a melody.
he's complex
but tuneful.
there's a balance
an equilibrium
that i just can't find.
he's passive
and active.
he's day
and he's night
my personal paradox
and yet he's in perfect harmony.
i only wish i knew
what he was thinking.
right now.