Those boys think I don’t see them Standing there Moving close Staring into each other’s eyes. Those boys don’t know I exist As they exist For each other Touching, sharing, sighing. Those boys think no one can know How being close Can be agony When the world insists upon lies. Those boys can’t know I’m another Who once discovered A soul to share My life, our love, his dying.     I smile when I get feedback. Click the button above and make me happy.   Back to My Poetry Page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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