All Of Him ( Unfinished)
The memories of him slowly filter
Through a gray device in my brain
And time doesn't move chronologically.
I'm in fifth grade at recess and
At the same time its sophomore year
And I'm at the movies with all my friends.
The images of him run across my eyes
Like a movie chronicling a life.
The hair, the clothes, it all changed,
But the forehead, the nose, the crooked teeth
They're all there and they're always the same.
His voice falls on ears deaf to all else,
Amplified like rain on a tin roof.
Him singing, him cursing, him laughing
Us making a bet in September of senior year,
Us in drama in seventh grade
When his voice cracked during a scene.
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