~James~

The way he looks,
the way he dreams.
As he sleeps,
As he thinks.

The moonlight gleaming,
off white hair.
His mind off racing,
going nowhere.

As I sit here thinking,
I wonder how he is.
Ten years later,
And already has a kid.

I hope he's happy,
since that emotion is barren to me.
I hope he still loves me,
because I still love him dearly.