Where are you?
by Laurie Yoshino
Where Are You?
Blue eyed blonde boy, where are you?
I see you everyday as you kiss my
soft cheek in the morning. But, your
mind is millions of miles away.
Your thoughts seemed to be caged in
your head, and your sentences never
seem to form words that I can
comprehend. The innocent look you
give me shows me a child who is
lost in his own autistic state.
Can you understand what I am saying to
you, or am I an image of your
imagination.
Blue eyed blonde boy, where are you?
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
