The Boy I knew

by Irene Daniel

Beautiful sweet boy,
My oldest friend,
When will you
Come around again?

The fantasy castle
In which you dwell,
Sustained by memories
Of hell,

Keeps you safe
And remote,
Your hearth surrounded
By a mote;

And guarded by
A hairy troll;
Ugly, dark
And insufferably droll.

My bridge of love
Is much too weak
To enable
The boy I seek

To come and play
With me once more.
I wish I could
Break down your door.

And so, I'll seek
Another way
To reach you
And to say

How very much
I miss you
Today.


                                                                                              Copyright 2015, Irene Daniel, All rights reserved.