Sunday, November 21, 2010

Zach,

I saw you today.

You were sitting on the front porch
Of
Starbucks...

Under the tables with the umbrellas.

You had a cup of Chai Tea in your hand,
With your messy hair,
And your black rimmed glasses on.

You had your head back and you were laughing.


You were alive.

And I loved every minute
Of seeing you.

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