you were there again
with blood all over
your hands .
i went up to you ,
wiping the blood
with my shirt .
you were shocked
with my action
and i realized
what i was doing .
i stopped and my
cheeks turned red .
you suddenly grabbed my wrist
and pulled me going to the top
of the skateboard ramp.
you then looked at me.
"i'm ten."
you smiled .
a smile that could
make flowers grow .
a smile that could
make stars shine .
a smile that could
make someone's day .
a beautiful smile
made for
a beautiful boy .
i told you my name .
you said it was a pretty name .
when i arrived home ,
i removed the shirt covered
in blood and changed into
my pajamas and slept.
the next day ,
the blood was completely gone .
weird . i think mom washed it
but doesn't she do the
laundry only on sundays ?
