he stranger, called his name.
That cold day air, made him go to the place
where he could warm himself, where the stranger was.
The stranger took the boy, who had no name to
the room, back away from lights of candles, burnt low.
With the tender embrace of a friend, the stranger knelt, and kissed the boy's hand.
The boy, shaking slow realized, it was time to go.
The stranger said they'd meet again, he swore, before
turning away.
The next summer, when the air was warm, the stranger found the boy, smiling,
and took the boy's hand. And led him to the place,
where the boy who had no name, could
laugh at the stranger's stories.
Before the day was done, the stranger took the boy's hand, and slowly knelt,
before kissing his palm, looking into the boy's eyes.
The boy, who had learned since the winter,
said to the stranger, "We'll see each other again," and
the stranger smiled, and laughed, before
turning away.
It was a while, maybe a year, before, the stranger appeared,
the boy laughed, and ran fast, grabbing a the stranger by the hand,
they walked, into the dark, lit by a candle, burnt low. The stranger, took the boy,
by the hand, slowly, and kissed it. They laughed,
and then they cried. The sky grew lighter, the air crisp, front the morning's
approach. With one last glance, the stranger winked,
before turning away.
It was many years, the boy waited for the stranger to return.
They never did never did.
The boy grew old, the boy grew weak, and the boy
died. Never knowing, what it felt like, to have someone,
stay with him. But not before looking back, at the past,
at the stranger, and laughing fast, before
turning away.
♥ Just The Way You Smile Baby
