He smiles,
His eyes sparkle.
His skin is dark, yet light comes out of him.
He cocks his head
And opens his mouth
I look away.
He sits next to me
Tossing glances from the corner of his eye
We don't speak.
I almost don't breathe.
Shoulder to shoulder
Silence envelops us both.
I return to my food
He returns to his.
He opens his mouth
I stare at my lap.
He gives up
Alone again.
RING!
Time for class
"You don't have to be alone,
I'm Zumante,
I'll be your friend."
Stunned, I sit 'till he's gone
Then I follow.
YOU ARE READING
Zumante Comes
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about my very best friend Zumante. He died of Asthma, so this is my way of honoring him.
