After all this, glancing at black and white photographs, smiling in remembrance or sobbing from need; there's more.
If you want to pass it on, old man and old stories.
Old lips no longer kissed.
It was like Kennedy left a curse.
And I'm still waiting for her to lift it.
There's more.
One more night.
One more kiss.
One last mention of Kennedy.
Don't look?
Wait. If it comes to me in a dream, I'll write it down for later.
Perhaps I'll remember to read it.
YOU ARE READING
Mentions Of Kennedy
RandomIt was like he blinked and then she was gone. He took her for granted; only noticed the shadow in the schoolyard when it was too late. She is. She was. She simply spat fire and gazed at him with piercing eyes. Would he be too late? Only you would kn...
