written sometime in 2010
Its been almost three years since I last saw him
His face remains the same in my mind
The same part in his messy golden wheat hair
The same sweetly sneering smile
The same green glass eyes
He still wears shirts from old jobs
Pants with frayed edges and tears from being worn in day after day
His shoes held together with miles of electrical tape
A faded bandana around his neck
His neck- which I've seen so many times before
It hangs in front of me
I reach out to touch the thin soft flesh of his jugular
My fingers run around the rim of his clavicle
My hand falls to his chest- a place I have only seen while drunk and socially naked
I had always dreamed of being held close to him
Breathing hard against his chest
Inhaling the scent of his sweat
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