In-O-Cents

Sometimes, even those who've been through the most manage to maintain their innocence--whether they realize it or not.

The boy is just a stranger--a stranger I know.

In this dance of firsts, everything he utters is truth and every truth comes solo, no apologies attached.

Merely existing and making no excuses, he clears out a space in this dilapidated home I call my heart and settles right in.

Is his dwelling intentional? Permanent? Or just another stop on the road to the drifter paradise he seeks? I long to know, but I tremble at the thought of such inquiry.

Strangely, I havent the slightest clue if the place I'm residing is anywhere near his chest, yet I shudder to think otherwise.

And at the end of the day, I realize that my greatest fear is the existence of a train leaving town, bound for somewhere else that has won his happy patronage by promising something sweeter.

I want to tell him nothing's sweeter than what I can give, yet I know that very well may be a lie, and all he's ever given me has been solid truth, a foundation on which to plant my feet and rest my weary heart;

therefore, I must do my very best to see that all he gets from me is all he offers--genuine truth.

Author's Note

He told me I wouldn't last one day on the street. I told him I knew that already.

Reviews

[John Morris]

I think i liked the note more than the poem, and that really is a compliment as i really liked the poem, it was well written and I found it showed what you would do if you fell in love with a stranger and all the problems that happen with that. I really enjoyed it it just was that the note was a one liner of pure gold.

[Kristin Brecoe]

I love the note. It's almost got some poeticness to it as well.

And as for the poem, you know my thoughts.