you came again.
you got milk this time.
you smiled and said,
"it's for my mother."
i smiled.
i can only imagine her.
does she look like you?
you left without answering.
but i asked inside my head so,
you didn't have to.
YOU ARE READING
Him
Short StoryShe saw Him and She loved Him. ~writing this in the style of "Eve." God, I love that book.
