The boy

I worry about him, I have no way to get through to him

He's a boy, but i want him to talk about his pain

I cant force him to share, but I feel when i make him promise its forced

My worry for him has consumed every fiber of my being

My love for him makes me trust that he will be ok

He says he will be ok, but I know inside he wont

Try as he might but sooner or later the pain he hides will overflow

All I hope is that I'm not in the path when it does

I can't get through to him, and he wont let me in

If i sit in my corner long enough I hope he will come to me to share

And when or if he does I will be ready

Or at least I hope so