i used to know this boy

he stood tall and proud

he revered the wise

and he taught the ignorant

he wore a smile

like an armani suit

always well pressed and clean

he used to write these things down

people called them stories

he called them experiences

he used to climb mountains

for what he believed to be true

he used to look at his reflection

and be able to smile

and be able to laugh

and be able to love

i don’t know him anymore.