markusoreallyus in poetry April 3, 2017April 3, 2017 35 Words

The Old Man

is perfect
tense

No one moves
no one touches
him

until one
child of twenty
three who does

not understand
death stoops
to kiss
his face

I’ll miss you
my friend

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