ode to artist boy

oh artist boy
with your box of pencils
I saw you for the last time
with your art folder beside you

you've grown artist boy,

your cranberry shirt hides the possible toned abs you have

your jeans are ever so perfect
never baggy

oh artist boy how you've changed!
you have a scruffy beard
that makes you look like vangoh
what's in that head of yours what
will your pencil create?

your eyes are golden like amber
and your nose seems out of touch
out of synch but it goes perfectly with your face and raven colored short hair.
oh artist boy
how I wish you would've taken me
then and there
among the strangers, stalkers and the despaired.
I wish you'd asked for my pen, given me a long look
though as you walk out of my life through those steel doors
I'll always remember the flicker of your pen
when I flickered it
the hidden looks you gave me when I smiled
and the hidden looks I gave you when you smiled.

oh artist boy,
I'll always remember you
you and your notebook of drawn creations which I will never see.