The Boy with Incredible Potential

He has an actor's smile.

He writes songs on his guitar
while dreaming of opening
his own art gallery.

He's brilliant,
thoughtful,
and deeply sensitive.

He has incredible potential.

A month ago, I happened to discover
he'd been sleeping on his "aunt's" couch.

He looked at me with those huge eyes,

like someone apologizing
before doing anything wrong.

He said the only thing that embarrassed him
was not having a place
to call home.

I invited him to dinner.

Then to stay
for a few days.

He has incredible potential.

He never asks for money.

He tells me about projects.

Exhibitions.

Connections.

Opportunities

that could change his life

if only someone

believed in him.

He always finishes the sentence

looking at me in silence.

He has incredible potential.

He texted me today

at four in the morning.

Thanking me.

Saying that, after thinking it over,

he'd decided

to accept my offer

to pay for the gallery

and the opening night

with my credit card.

It's true...

I don't remember

making that offer.

Maybe it came up in conversation.

Maybe I'd had one drink too many.

Or maybe...

the problem is mine.

Because beneath those eyes...

...

..

.

He has incredible potential.