He left with no sign of who he was and who he came to be.
You say you can see him? I tell you, you’re a fool.
He isn’t that wavy hair nor that fair, pale skin.
He isn’t that pretty face.
What you thought you’d known of him are just prevarications of who he is
And what he isn’t.
You overlooked, mistaken him for somebody who you try to mold into someone who favours you.
And all there is now is an empty shell. A boy you thought you knew but never accepted.
Response to Daily Prompt.