he told me life was an idea he had
that he thought we should
try it out for a while.
so i went along with it,
saying why not? Live a little.
so we walked down paves streets
and we tapped our toes to
songs we heard on the radio.
and when we saw pretty girls
he looked and i rolled my eyes.
he drank coffee,
and i drank Icedtea.
then we made his coffee irish
and mine from Long Island.
and we drank with eachother
to drown the sorrows away
and ended up forgetting it all.
the next morning.
He would take only showers
and I only bathes
and we both wore brown pants
and sandles
he talked a lot about
politics
and I listened and spoke of
love.
and of faith
and of philosophy
and he tuned me out.
then one day he left me for death.
said he didnt like the way i stared at
the clowds all day
and he didnt like me when i was drunk
and he wasnt having fun anymore.
so i left him for life
and i wrote him poems
sang to him songs
and painted portraits of him
with squeese cheese.
and m&m's
so he would always have those brown eyes
and big
orange grin.
3:03 pm - 17.07.03
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