He carries time in the lines of his face
And an agelessness
His eyes, they never twinkle but are a constant silent scream
They speak all time of what they have seen
And the fear, of things yet to be seen
His smile, always grateful to be there
And rare.
And he waits the girl who can make it all right again
Just that he knows,
He has let her go too many times
And the last time was really the last time.
Yet he waits
Because he has nothing else to do
(he is very busy
But then, that’s just a hoax too)
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