I am still a little boy

I am a deserted little boy I know who will never grow older and never change, who goes away and then comes back. he is badly bruised and very lonely. he is thin. he makes me sad whenever I remember him. he is still alive, yet out of my control. this is as much as he ever became. he never goes far and always comes back. I can't help him. between us now there is a cavernous void. he is always nearby.