In the distance, I see him catching up.
He's out of breath.
I nodded and look around.
I take my hands off the cold door that held the secret to a warm life filled with happiness.
YOU ARE READING
HIM
Poetry[Highest: #994 in poetry lol] He's exotic and eccentric. The way he speaks, the way he moves: so gracefully but also so carelessly. As is the way his spirit is childish and interesting but aged and mundane. He's a mystery I'm starting to get hooked...
