a letter
"And always there is a picture of you and her Coming home happy from a vacation on the seas And you looked like a sailor With a tattoo of an anchor on your arm Your hair greased back Face weathered by places and days I'd never seen Sometimes I read and reread The birthday card you sent me When I turned seven And I know that they will never shine The way it did that day When we threw paper airplanes at your head And sat on your knees laughing" - christopher simpson
2004-06-21 | 9:25 p.m.
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