Boy Wonder
- Christian Van Linda
- May 6, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: May 18, 2024
one whiskey soaked night a long time ago she said
in a whisper soaked in sorrow “you used to write me poetry…
…and then you changed”
and even though I knew what she said was true
i didn't understand why or know enough to care
how could i do anything but change
when something has no shape it also has no say in the matter
only when time stops and remains in place can we see who we are
and when i slowed my mind and saw the change
i understood that i was slowly growing back into the boy who had words
that he was willing to give away without a hint of hesitation
if i could change one thing that would change it all
i'd have had have been brave enough to remain naive
to have let her love me and all the rest

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