The Boy on the Blue Roof.

There lives the memory of a boy
who abided ouside my window,
writing painstackingly
on top of his cerulean roof-
catching the gleaming
g l i n t s
of the clouds' forebearance.

And even from hourly poses,
he never surrendered a smile.

I questioned the authenticity
of his individual stare-
watching his thin eyeglasses
slip off his nose,
without any recognition.

And he drove on....
withering at the peak of his face
yet struggling with the
casualty of words.

Five summers had passed,
and each midnight I wondered
if he contemplated who he was,
for in my mind
he was more than
a victim of neglect
and wuthering incapability.

And I never fell asleep
until I saw his flashlight
break it's trace.

On the dawn of a new moon,
this bronze-haired boy
lost his incentive...
the lies he had been penning
won,
without anyone to stop his shadow or
or conceal the color of his poetry..

Alongside the blue roof,
the boy met his unsigned lover
in the place he had hoped to build-
the nest of other worldly flight.

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Written December 3, 2011.