I hear the rain on the roof of my car, loud and serene.
I see the wet pavement stretch out for miles in front of me.
I don’t look back.
This was my last attempt at the American dream, trying to live out what he wanted.
A love for a country I now pity was so effortlessly strong in his young heart.
I don’t know where I’m going in the car of his dreams, but I hope he’s with me in spirit.
I kept the passenger seat open for the man I never met.
“He only wished me the best I thought,” and continued on, tears in my eyes.
For him.
For Paul.
He deserved the world.
The end of his joy
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leaving the heart
she takes the stairs,
her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps.
she turns the tarnished silver doorknob,
and the door creaks open.
before her sits a man.
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too far to hold
I catch a glimpse.
from afar,
the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight
his expression unreadable,
as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul.
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watching him
Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment,
spit his gum on the ground
and lit his cigarette.
the same as yesterday.
the same as every day.
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