boy

I now see that
The Boy doesn’t need or want any help
Learning to live
He doesn’t deserve the title
“The Boy who never truly lived”
Anymore
He’s outgrown it
He has learned to live alone
He does enjoy the company of his friends
But he enjoys his solitude more
Someday I realize that we will have to part ways
Our paths have crossed for a while
But they will someday go different ways
That’s fine
We will always be friends
And if we ever want to talk or see each other again
We can stray from our paths for a while
And enjoy the fields or forests in between.
The End

Shadow Girl has left a few days ago
She’s going on an adventure in the woods
She’ll be gone for a long time
And I am going to miss her
I went over to the boy’s cave after I heard that
To see what his views on the subject were
He’s leaving too
But for a different place
He’s going with another guy
An actor
They are going on an adventure to the mountains
They are going to climb to the top
And stay there
Almost as long as Shadow Girl will be gone
That’s annoying
Two of my good friends will be going
At least my poet friend will be around
And so will the musician
He’s asked me to go out into the sun with him
And I said yes
Oh how I love the musician so
He’s about my age
Well
A little bit older
But only two weeks older
He comes over so much and we go out
Sometimes we just sit and talk
Other times we watch birds
Other times we walk and
Sometimes we even do stupid things
Stupid things are fun to do
They make me laugh
They make him laugh

I go to his cave more
Once every couple of days
I try to forget about him other times
And I also try to bring up Shadow Girl
She truly loves him
I used to
Being in my tree for so long has gotten to me
I can’t think of him the same way I used to
I don’t think I can love him as much
But
Then I see his face in the cave
Smiling bright and beaming
I did make a promise to myself though
We will only be friends
I can’t betray Shadow Girl
On top of that
I’ve met an Englishman
He’s a musician
His instrument is a cello
And he plays it so gracefully
He’s always in the field
Skipping and jumping and as happy as can be
His smile is infectious
His hair as wavy as the sea
I’ve met him once
But we’ve started talking and he seems amazing
Like the perfect guy
I think I love him
And if he asks me to go out in the sun with him
I will

I stood in his cave for a while
To scared to say something
Like why I had left and hadn’t been back in so long
He just watched me
No smile
Just stared at me
I couldn’t take it
The silence was far too much
But only a whisper of a greeting came out
He returned my greeting with one almost as quiet
“Do you want to sit down?”
He motioned me to my old spot
The place where I would sit and think
Right next to his spot
Where he would sit and watch
I sat silently in my old spot
Not sure about what to say
And he sat in his
Looking at me
And then out into the sun
I looked down
Tears rolling down my face
He handed me a towel to dry my thanks
He told me about everything I missed
The most I had heard him say since I had left
And all I could do was sit and listen
No comments
And nothing to ask about the shadow girl
She was the last thing on my mind
And I felt bad for that
But all of my old feelings for the boy had come back

I was on my way to the boys cave.
I was so nervous
I haven’t seen him in months
I wondered if he still remembered me
I had to go to the cave to talk to him about shadow girl
I got to a point where I could see the cave
Surprisingly
No other girls were there
I tried to get closer
But I was so scared I couldn’t move
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply
Then I took a step
Then another
And then another until I finally got there
He wasn’t sitting in his normal place near the mouth of the cave
I looked around
And then I went in
He wasn’t there
He wasn’t anywhere to be seen
Had he gone out into the sun with someone,
Or had he gone by himself?
Did something happen to him?
I sat for a while and cried
The one time I go to see him
He was gone
The only time he was ever gone from his cave
But then I hear a noise
Coming from behind a large bolder
“Is someone there?” a voice asked
It was his voice
It was him
I froze
My mouth couldn’t utter a word

So
After careful speculation
I have decided to help Shadow Girl
Why I decided that
I do not know
Maybe it’s because I now have a new reason
To go back to his cave
And see him again
Or maybe its because I just want him
To finally be happy
Either way
Something interesting is going to happen.
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Its been the longest time since I’ve written anything
I try not to think of the boy anymore
And I’ve tried going in the sun again
I burned
In the months I’ve been staying in my Kapok tree
I have gotten quite pale
And the sun is quite painful
The poet still comes every new moon
And its always a pleasure to have him there
It gets my mind off of things
I have heard that the girls still visit the boy
And I have heard something new
The Shadow Girl
She wants to take The boy into the sun
It hurts down into the deepest recesses of my heart
But on top of that
He wants to go with her
I have heard that when she is at his cave
He is always smiling
So bright and magnificent
I wish I could have seen that
And sadly I still wish that I can
One night
She came to my tree
And wanted to talk to me
She said that she needs help
She wants the boy to go with her
And she wants me to help her
She wants to know if he wants to go
How to ask him
When and where to go

The boy…
I feel as if I should give up thinking of him,
But the poet’s poem just makes me think more.
I wish the poet never went to see him,
I wish he never wrote about him.
My new goal in life to forget.
To forget about the boy,
About his cave and the girls,
About all of the time I spent there.
I’m going to stop going out to see the poet
And I’m going to restart my life.

The Poet's Poem

I wrote about the girl,
The girl in the kapok tree,
Her life,
And her darkness.
The boy from the cave saw it,
And a look of surprise came to his eyes,
His deep and dark eyes
That hid so much pain.
The eyes that she writes so much about.
His face was docile,
But I could see it.
The look was a sad one,
One of nostalgia,
One of longing.
He looked down,
And then to the sky,
To escape my gaze,
Looking for answers about the girl.
He said nothing,
I slowly walked away.

Another new moon,
Another night that the poet will come over to write.
He got me outside in the dark,
To sit at the base of my tree,
But now he wants me to go on walks with him.
I’m not sure about that.
As I sit at the base of my tree,
I look to the sky and immediately see Orion.
I remember pointing that out to the boy.
I ponder for a bit when I realize something;
The poet is late.

Last night,
I didn’t go to sleep at the regular time.
It was the night of a new moon,
And I thought that it would be nice to watch the stars.
She always talked about the stars with me.
She’d point out constellations,
And the first one would always be Orion.
I wonder if she is watching the stars tonight,
Or even if she’s thinking of me
Because I can’t stop thinking of her,

I haven’t seen her in months…
I wonder why she left.
She never gave a warning,
Never said goodbye.
Did I say something,
Or was it something I didn’t do?
All of these other girls are starting to annoy me.
I wish that they would leave me alone.
This is my cave,
And I am the only one that needs to be here,
Except for her.
I never minded the girl being here.

It’s been a month,
And tonight will be the darkest night,
Tonight there will be a new moon.
I have waited for this night to come,
And I have waited for the poet.
Tonight he will ask me to leave the safety of my tree,
And I will,
But only because it’s dark.
I refuse to go out in the sun.
I pace for hours waiting for him,
Worrying that he wouldn’t show,

I’ve realized that the poet,
The one that came on that dark dark night,
Comes to my Kapok tree to write once a month,
But only on the darkest nights,
The nights of the New Moon.
He knows that I am watching him,
And he even writes me some poems sometimes.
Occasionally I’ll write poems to him too,
And they’re always about the boy in the cave,
The boy who never truly lived.
He says he likes my poems,
And I like his although I don’t say so.
I have a feeling he knows though.
The topics of his poetry change like the seasons.
His poetry goes from dark,
To sweet,
To light and airy,
And the seasons go from winter
To spring,
To Summer
He dares me to come out of my tree.
I wouldn’t have to come out in the sun,
Going out in the dark would be good enough for him,
That’s all he’s done anyways.
Maybe next time… I think.
Next time he comes,
I’ll be ready to go out,
But I’ll only be ready to go out in the dark.

Days have passed,
Then weeks,
Then months.
I just sit in my kapok tree.
No one visits me anymore,
So all I do is silently sit here.
I don’t even notice the world anymore.
I don’t really know why I feel this way.
I shouldn’t miss him,
But I do.
He occupied such a large chunk of my life,
A part that I’ll never get back.
One night,
One of the darkest I’ve seen,