Again
By navi01
(And there he was Tall, mismatched, with a goofy smile And a warm, open hand. We passed time, we passed laughter, We passed words, we passed grass. We raided the kitchen like tigers, We raided each other like kittens. He told me about his band and fed me Oreos; I made him try pickle juice (which he loved) And taught him to open the microwave with his elbow In a single backwards karate thrust. Swirled words and absurd worlds Stirred and spurred between us; Between us whirled fables (Told wrong) Sending puffs of laughter To the twisting, tinted ceiling. We shared bits. We shared bites. We shared bowls. We shared buds. Then, last Friday morning, He didn’t wake up. Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 02:33 AM PST other
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"(And there he was..."