A Bedroom Window And A World Away

• Mykaela Baillie, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

He's just a small boy sitting by the window there.
He wrote a poem to the girl with the long red hair.
He named it her, because it was about her and nothing more.
He got flowers from the girl next door.

He's just a small boy, sitting at the front of class,
the girl with the red curls laughs when he passes.
The girl next door, just moved away,
his parents urging him to stay.
So he sat by the window and just watched the streets
as it filled with people he hoped to never meet.

He's just a small boy, almost a man.
The girl with the red curls never red his poems again,
so he stopped writing them and just began to write,
but all he did his parents didn't like.
He just looked at the pages reflecting his days,
with a parents deep longing for a change in his strange ways.

He was just a boy, really a man.
He wrote his last poem on the palm of his hand.
He laced each wrist with the tip of a knife.
His parents read his last poem.
The one he called life.