His blonde hair is glistening in the sun.
I see him running.
He ran away from me.
He ran away from his fears.
And now he runs for a team.
His blonde hair glistens as he runs.
I try to speak to him.
He won\'t make eye contact.
He looks at my eyes and looks away.
So awkward and shy.
His blonde hair glistens as he speaks.
I watch him shiver.
He\'s cold but won\'t admit it.
He takes my hand.
I know he\'s just doing it for warmth.
His blonde hair glistens in the moonlight.
I attempt to talk to him.
He hasn\'t called me in weeks.
He makes it clear it\'s not working.
We say our goodbyes.
His blonde hair glistens as he walks away.