JULY 20TH
Dear Nobody,
his whispers of pain filled the air,
A soft sound of anguish escaping his lips as the wind wrapped around us.
I watched him, waiting for him to get angry,
I waited and watched him, waiting to see a flash of red run through his eyes-
-but, Nobody he's not angry with the cards he was dealt.
Nobody, he's not angry at his father for not knowing how to love him, he's not angry at his mother for not divorcing him and taking his whispers of the pain away.
Nobody, his words never carried a tint of anger,
He always had respect and love in them.
"I'll never leave them." He said it with a smile, as sadness covered his eyes. "I'll just make sure he doesn't forget me." He never let me say anything bad about them; he was a boy who loved his father without knowing how to love himself.
Nobody,
His whispers of pain filled the air, but his heart was warm and kind.
And I nearly kissed him right there, under his soft sounds of anguish as the wind wrapped around us.
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