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- "Here I am!" he cries
- with arms flung wide as sentences.
- A line I can't cross without high-fiving him
- except I can't high-five him
- with his arms
- as thin
- as lines.
- I tell him he's a good man.
- He: "Hell, I'm not a good man - I'm a great man!"
- What can I say to that?
- I declare he's my best friend.
- He: "I don't usually kiss men - but I'll make an exception."
- I'd give anything for one full on the lips
- but I settle for the cheeks, forehead, and chin.
- I thank him for all I've learned.
- He: "I'd give you my first born!"
- How does that work when I already feel he's adopted me?
- I steal his line, "God bless you."
- He: "There is a god here! Not THE God - but A god."
- His word is law and in that moment
- I would follow him down on in to Hell.
- I tell him he's a good man.
- He: "I'm, I'm a dead man."
- What can I say to that?
- I swear I'll never forget him
- while my grandmother lies dementia-ridden
- my grandfather lies buried with it
- and I don't know what I've inherited.
- He: "I wanna cry for you."
- I dry his face
- and thank the blindness
- hiding mine.
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