There was once, a boy

I met a boy once,
notice though,
he is a boy not a man.
I once met a boy,
who was tender handed,
and weak.

I once met a boy,
who I think I love now....
But I fear for his gentleness now.

What if it is soon to vanish?
To be gone?
Will he be free from his cage then??

I once met a boy,
who was pushed to become adult.
And still struggles to be young.

I once knew a boy.
But he is gone now.
Left.
Left me,
left his family.
His friends wonder where he’s gone...
But I know.

The boy, I once knew,
is not in pain,
has not experienced death.
It is only, a normal thing
for a strong heart
to love too hard
and simply
b-r-e-a-k.