I fell in love with the little boy in your eyes
When you cradled the brown paper package that was your Christmas present and claimed
No one got you anything [later there were things... it doesn't matter now]
I fell in love with the little boy in your eyes
When snow swirled crisp and blue-ish outside your apartment
And you ran up to my car with your Firefly hat and your Captain America shield,
You always wanted to be Cap,
Or Superman,
The heroes who were truly good:
no nuance
You never want to be
the Bad Guy
Things need to fit into boxes.
like that package I got you
I wrote your name and mine,
I drew a sprig of holly,
I wanted...
.
.
.
But you were just a boy.
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