a boy

[Ruby Blue]

he is waiting
at the edge of my bed
this little boy
holding a broken guitar
he constructed
himself
a song to play
he looks at me inquisitively
with those bright eyes
and asks me
"would you like me to play you a song?"
"yes, please!" i respond
he starts to play
hands fumbling over strings
tiny fingers grasping at thin air
weaving sounds together
he pulls out the notes
humms along with a melody
my mind wanders
far far away
getting lost in the sound
then
when he is finished
i ask him "why have you stopped!?"
he says to me
"you're tired, now, go to sleep
i will play you a new song
tomorrow"
i close my eyes
and wait
he meets with me there
the little boy
in the out-grown
red tracksuit
he sings me to sleep
and laughs with me
there
in dreams
the next night
i await his
return