In 4 days I will be 16 years old.
All through my childhood, I pictured him--
a vibrant and lively young man, a shock of hair blue as the sky.
I would imagine this man--
guitar in hand, ready to serenade his love,
an infinity of opportunities and happiness before him.
The times changed; I found myself drifting,
hopeless against the swell of the ocean,
its heaving motion led me into the darkness.
Electric hues faded to grey,
and his eyes lost their shine--
and so did mine.
In 4 days I will be 16 years old, and I am nothing like he was.
He shined so bright in my mind's eye like a star,
but he was carried away in the storm.
Maybe one day, as the driftwood reaches the shore,
he will return and join me.