I've known you since we were children. I was a girl, you a boy.
I always called you such.
A boy, my sweet boy, darling, sensitive little boy,
Towering over me
Now you're a man,
and the things you say are things men say,
And often I am caught by surprise.
You, whom I have only seen as a boy,
Are fully grown.
i forgot i was writing this. i dont know when it was written.
have another thought, then, as its along the same vein.
You have never much of a leader.
I've been telling you what to do,
For a long, long time.
Working man, "how do I be a man for you?"
such a strange question, i have always loved this boy.
I watched a video of a woman telling people she was getting a divorce. Beside her, her husband. She looks to him frequently, emotional, telling the viewer that it was difficult, that she struggled to find words to explain the end of her family, and he only stares back.
I wonder when he felt it his place to step back from comforting her. From supporting her through the breaks in her sentences. Perhaps it was difficult for him, as well. Perhaps he hates her now. Perhaps he thought it would be inappropriate to console a woman who'd soon be his ex-wife.
I don't know.