by Mrs. Hathoway

Created on: July 13, 2010

Eyes brown and worn from sleepness nights

Year after year after year.

The smell of cigarettes and aftershave

He stood there in the rain for hours

Body and bones soaked

You couldn't tell how old he was

When you heard him on the phone

His smile would fill a room

Be the light at the end of a tunnel

I was young and my cheeks were flush from life

The rain just made me more vibrant with each step

But my eyes always seemed distant

I have seen too much but done so little

I was old and he was new

Even now after all these years

To him I was new and he was old

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