SAD BUT PRETTY
The music was playing
when the boy said hello,
Too long without words
which allowed us to grow,
The music was constant
& our words were witty,
The music that played was sad but pretty.
The boy shared his answers
and a friend shared her pictures,
Beautiful boy beyond heaven or scriptures;
a religion himself that I'm happy to learn:
A memory inside me,
Where someday he might be...
With eyes sad but pretty that make my blood burn.
Written By Jason Wright
SEPTEMBER 20, 2005
- For Bobby -