Truly

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.