by Robert Gryfft
Seeing him, she knew him. Or, perhaps, she needed to know him.
His stories, decisions, accomplishments. Puzzle pieces.
She'd learn to understand him--
And just talk to him.
He was a too-skinny kid with really sad eyes.
He listened. Eventually, he smiled.
For a little while, they lived.
For a long while, they remembered.
Monday, January 11, 2010
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