Aiden Kennedy
He looks tired, I remember thinking.
The way he moves, the way he talks
The way he looks at the clock...
Tired.
I can't help but stare as I hide behind the Twinkie display.
He looks so different
But I know I can't be mistaken
I'd know those lost-at-sea eyes anywhere.
I watch as he slowly rings up each item,
Scanning gas cards and cashing scratch-offs.
I wonder- when did he lose that smile of his?
That voice that recites Shakespeare so well?
I must've forgotten them at some other gas station
On my way down life's express route.
