A Boy Called Harper

A boy called Harper

Stands in the rain

Waiting for all

The things he has known

And watching the houses

That stand on the street

And realising he has never

Seen them before

He thinks that a person

Is like a house

You have seen every day

But never thought about

Until the day that you see

It is beautiful

And not really

Familiar at all

And he looks at the houses

And realises some

Are beautiful and

He would like to know

What they look like inside

And who calls them home

And he wonders if anyone

Has ever looked at him

And wondered who lived there

And if he was home