HALF A MAN HALF A BOY

HALF A MAN HALF A BOY

Dearest, it is late, Sunday evening

And I am left, skirting something rather large

Swallowed down the wrong pipe �

A blow behind the head � the truth

It brings me down, buries my face so

That I cannot see you as you are, kills

The heart in me. And my eyes � water

Like reality that can slip through the fingers

Unless you see your reflection in it;

The death of you, the father face of you

Behind the mask, behind the man

I fell in love with. Everything but the lies

Hit me like a bucket of ice water

Because I believe what you tell me. Always

Yours,

Gone Forever

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