he carries his loneliness like a stone around his neck
a wave and a smile is the best you can expect
when i see him we always stop and exchange pleasantries
sometimes he talks
sometimes he just sits and stares at the ground and acts polite
today he spoke
i stay quiet on these rare days
just listen
hoping to see what has made him who he is
i was like you, long ago, it was all within my grasp, i could practically taste it
she had eyes that cut through my act, saw deep into the person inside of me that always hid from the light, the part of me life had beaten and abused until it was more rabid animal than human spirit
i sat still, not wanting to break the spell, hoping he would continue
but he just shook his head and picked up his heavy weight and walked away without another word
weeks went by with only a nod
then out of the blew, as i sat alone and watched the hawks circle high in the air
he sat next to me
i nodded
he gave a smile that screamed pain and anguish
no mirth
she sought to take that thing inside me, less living being and more primal force of anger and sorrow
her touch
you ever watch those charlatans on tv, the ones that touch the sick and they throw down their cane and walk without pain for the first time in decades
it’s all shit
but when she laid her hands on me it all seemed to evaporate, and i could lift my head again, see things from another point of view
everything was so vibrant, like a film had been over my eyes my entire life, and all i could see was her
she glowed
i swear to you
a nimbus surrounded her and it made everything
more pure
like i woke up from a coma
so many questions came to me but before i could form them he stood and walked away
vanished into the world
and i came to that bench every afternoon after and watched the birds circle looking from prey
never saw him again
never found out what happened
but i can imagine a hundred different scenarios
whatever she did to heal him, to make his pain vanish, without constant application must have worn off
and when that pain came back, compounded by the moments of peace
it became unbearable
but i still come here and wait
maybe he found a new salve for his torment
i like to think so
because the truth i fear is nothing so happy
it never is
I love this!
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i like being the only one that knows what happened to him. And I’ll never tell
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hhmmm you don’t think his story is worth telling, or… ?
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It is, but it’s for me only
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I see. Well I love this poem.
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maybe one day i’ll continue it for you. If he says okay. Just need a ouija board and blackened sacrament
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Ha! Deal.
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