eagleandhawk

One year old, you were but colors and shapes to me, A presence that in my little head meant safety. I bit on your fingers with my toothless gums, And you'd laugh so I'd bite until my mouth went numb. First day of school, I was scared and gave your sleeve a tug, Our secret signal for you to crouch down and give me a hug. At night you'd sit on my bed and tell me a story, Sometimes they were sad but in the end everyone was always happy. Old fading photographs scattered on my bedroom floor. Why isn't your hand warm anymore? "Daddy, daddy" please smile at me like before. High school and me turning into a silly adolescent, Even when we