I met
a little boy today
who reminded me so much of you;
with
his short dark locks
and parchment skin,
for a
moment,
I thought I'd gone back in time.
In an
instant
I saw the Boy Scout he would become;
it was
the instant when
he came to my little girl's rescue,
chasing
down the bully
who'd stolen her bike.
I wondered if he had a brother
he'd do anything for,
and if someday, years from now,
he'd come face to face
with the love of his life.
He walked away
and went back to his friends,
as if nothing at all unusual had happened,
and I, lost in memory,
shook the past out of my shoes,
and walked back into the present,
trying not to remember
what it was I wanted so badly to forget.
