Blue-haired Loneliness

The blue-haired boy sat alone and cried.

Why do they hate him, do they wish he did?

The empty aching is always a part

Of the loneliness in his heart.

Is it monotonous isolation?

Or just self-imposed seclusion?

A quiet longing for just one friend.

Screaming in silence, is this the end?

But then on his shoulder, he felt a hand.

And he looked up into a smile so grand.

The other boy sat down right by his side.

The boy asked him why it was that he cried.

“The other kids make fun of me all day,

Because of my blue hair and that I’m gay.”

The new boy grinned and gave a sly wink.

“You really shouldn’t care what they all think.”

He reached out and took the blue-haired boy’s hand.

“Follow me,” he said as he started to stand.

“I know you are right and I should not care,

But what if they continue to stare?

If you walk with me, then they’ll hate you, too.

Are you sure that is what you want to do?”

“I just don’t care what they think about me.

Once you think like that then you will be free.

Now, let us go stick our toes in the sand.

You’ll be the happiest boy in all the land.”

“Wait, did you just ask me out on a date?”

“Yes. If you’ll go it will be great.”

The blue-haired boy grinned and said he’d go,

And still hand in hand they walked away slow.

Could this boy’s loneliness be in the past?

Hope filled his eyes, and his heart beat fast.

The two boys raced toward the sea.

Their two hearts bursting with glee.