The Boy walks
The Boy walks down the street
The Boy, barely a man, walks down the foggy street
I watch
I watch the young man
I watch the young man move like a blur
His feet glide
His feet don't touch the ground
His feet move so fast they don't even touch the ground
I want him
I want him to see me
I want him to see my goodness
He sees nothing
He sees nothing in my direction
He sees nothing but the road ahead
I call
I call out to him
I call out to him over and over and over
He does not hear
He does not hear my cries
He does not hear my deafening cries
I run
I run hard after him
I run hard after him until my legs ache and collapse beneath me
He speeds
He speeds toward the future
He speeds through the fog toward his bright and promising future
I want him
I want him to fall
I want him to fall so I can catch him
