Friday Afternoon.

“But you are not expected to know,” he said.

“Yeah,” I sighed,

“but I just want to know a little,

like when you get a new publication and you study the last web page.

You know what the last web page is going to be like,

but you never know the whole story;

you only have a little concept.”

He followed me to the restroom, where I

started flossing my the pearly whites, and he kissed me.

I let the bright start flossing drop in my side.

It was a excellent hug,

not those fast spirits of good-bye when he simply leaves for perform,

or the poor spirits when you are both

too fast paced to treatment how your lips seems.

It was the type of hug that creates you

remember why you began getting him in the first position.

And all at once you are not so reluctant to develop old.

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  • ibra on Apr 23, 2012

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