Late Adventurer
Late Adventurer
He hops in a van,
leaving neverland.
The ceremony of graduation
cannot subside his temptation.
He wanders.
The why is what I often had pondered.
Vegas.
His 18 year old self wanted to go places.
My seven year stranger,
had known his life was in danger.
So the stories he told
in the afternoon October cold,
entrusting me with his autobiography
before tragically saying goodbye to me.
This poem is about:
My family