Ghost boy

I remember your shoulders
clenched inward,
where my fingertips could not hope to reach you.
but I tried.

Your head was so low to the ground
you never saw me looking down at you
hoping you would look up
and see me.

You wanted so much to be unseen;
safer that way.
but lonely.
I saw you.

I remember your thin arms
as they clasped your knees
and tried desperately
to hold your sorrow in.

Forgive me for being too shy
to know how to approach you.
I was smaller than you
and had yet to learn the power of my own voice.

I remember you,
could never forget.
Your silence taught me how to listen.
Your pain taught me how to speak.