The first time you see him
he has scraped knees and arms
he is mean and sometimes pulls your hair
but he plays football with you
even when you wear a skirt
because he doesnt care as long as you don't cry when you fall.
The second time you cross paths
the scrapes are gone, and the hair pulling has disappeared.
You are not sure if you like the changes
bacause just as this is gone so is the football
and the hand to pull you up when you fall.
In it's a boy who doesn't talk,
well not exclactly, he doesn't talk to you
but he talks to the pretty girls in class.
He doesn't seam to know you are even in the room
when before it was like he looked for you jut to fight
and have spats against his mortal enemy,
you miss being his enemy and opponent.
The third and last time you see him he did talk,
but it wasn't what you would have hoped,
he was angry at you.
And you didn't know why.
You just know that now your parents look at you with pity
and every time they ask about the boy
you thought a brother from another,
who you loved and hated at the same time,
you say: "He is just a boy".
