fadingtimebytheseaside

[68] i've been thinking

there used to be a boy outside my window

not much older than me;

he was there for a whole week,

just singing with his guitar.

whenever i passed him

i'd drop a few coins; and he'd smile at me

in thanks.

i invited him inside

for dinner once, when he

was counting his earnings

one evening. he looked surprised -

so was i - but in the end

he came in anyways.

though only for that once; he never came back again.

not even to sing.

i've been thinking about that boy

not much older than me,

who used to sing outside my window

to earn a bit of change.

i wonder where he is now.

i wonder why he left.

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a tribute to all the mysteries in life we can't figure out.