I was called a handsome young man when I was young
when I don’t really think I knew
what handsome meant.
People said I was so together as a kid,
an old soul, wise beyond my years,
when I wasn’t sure what a soul was, wise or not.
My mum said I had lots of friends,
I’m not sure I knew what the standard number was?
And then I got older, and more anxious with so fewer friends,
almost overnight,
it would seem.
And I wish my mum was alive
to tell me how special I was
just one more time.
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