He put his arms around me|
I felt his body shake...
I hate goodbyes and always have,
this one, my heart might break.
The rotten drugs have won again,
corrupted this dear boy;
this lad, considerate and kind,
who gave me so much joy.
So many hours I've spent with him,
to gain his heart and trust.
Last night he was locked in the watch house,
'the devil drives who must.'
Cultural taboos of his childhood
forbid displays of affection.
But he told me, 'I love you, I really do',
before he went in the other direction.
If I could but show him within my heart
he could sweep up the shattered pieces.
Why should it matter, he's just a kid
with the right to go as he pleases.
I'll keep that corner reserved for him,
knowing he will return,
when, in fear and desperation,
our help he will not spurn.
And will I trust him with my heart?
Too late, I already did.
It comes neither with an air-tight seal,
nor a love-proof, fool-proof lid.
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