His thick, thick brows

Those Norwegian-scottish-congolese features

His barely there, stubble goatee

Those smiling eyes

His ever changing, untamed afro

Those glasses, those glasses

His radical, alternative, diy, rock, indie, shoegaze music

Those Flowy lyrics

His enchanting aura

Those words, so fine

His sweet, sweet voice

These words that I print, so shallow, so bare

Makes me wonder

Was there ever any depth

Or just another predetermined destiny

Denying me my every want for him

For those features, that goatee, those smiling, smiling eyes

to be mine

Is this just another recollection about a boy?

I think not