Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write

Phillip

  He was warm. Like a Spring day. He was sweet. Like the most rich chocolate that i had ever tasted. But when he left, my heart ached. Like my brother was gone. Our first days consisted of small Hellos and quick Goodbyes. It turned into hours and hours of listening to him play familiar, but distant tunes on his guitar. That was a fun time! But one day I turned around and took the seriousness in. He was really gone. His soul had left the earth for something better. Just as quickly as the Spring had come, a Winter chill swept over my heart.