I went to the music store today and bought you 10 different rock albums.
I took them home and sat beside you,your head leaned down and your earphones still in.
I smiled when you looked up at me,gently pushing the bag toward you.
I watched you open it,your hand pulling out each colored album slowly.
With each one your eyes shined a little more,like a kid at Christmas you had a small look of excitement in them even though it wasn't much.
You looked over each one carefully,your fingers touching them like they were made of gold.
Then you looked up at me,with your shiny eyes,and you smiled.
It was a small smile,but dear God it was beautiful.
