Friday, October 4, 2013

It's been months since I last your his smile.

He holds it a bit nicer now.
Not so tense, not so reserved, not so much filled with rejection.
I was hoping he would be here.
behind the counter.
the Starbucks guy.
While I fill out forms.
while I move in my chair
to the rhythm of the Pharcyde.
while I was awake.
when i was done.


old posts. I havent seen that guy in months. but he seems tender. I feel that way of all tender souls.

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