at first he was just a boy from camp
and i would pick up his bags
as he picked up another child
and we would stroll off into the distance
on our merry way
finleys and mckennas in our stride
and he would always write his name everywhere
"hi, i'm tyler" on the bench
as we painted green sunsets
but now he is more
his name is more
he is melding into my stories
a boy who runs free
and has the time of his life
as he is lifted up to the stars
is not only a fleeting memory
he has melted into my mind
she thought she liked him once
as he clicked his heels to and fro
but he was not the tyler i said he was
he was better and brighter and shinier
and in the summer he is taller and smilier
he will be waiting by the canoes
waiting for his bags to be picked up
as he picks up yet another catchphrase
and another heart to add to his jar
of wonderful people
and he is one of them.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
