Him

His eyes to the front again. His head on the desk. The holes in his jeans leave no mystery to the looker. His hair, a golden dish-water blond. I love his smile, the way he talks, how brave he is and how kind he can be when he wants. He has had a hard life just like most of us around here. And just like the rest of us he copes as best he can. He has that tough exterior, but he does have a kind heart. I think he breaks others hearts to mend his own. Never to show emotion, never to ware his heart on his sleeve. That is the boy that will never know what he is to me.