Thoes eyes that watch me

For J.L.K

Nomadic and high,
you stand in a shadow of saddness,
shrowded behind the image of others.

You sit alone, like a small child,
no one can see through.

Then you smile and let your words
flow from your lips like a soft river.

Knowledge and joy spills forth,
sharring your thoughts and your mind.

You are beautiful, one that I thought
could never steal my heart.

And now I sit alone, dagger in hand,
running my fingers over its sheen
metalic covering wondering when next
Ill see you.

I met J a few years ago in a chat called Real vampyres.   Yeah I know, a silly name.    I thought he was a silly kid at first, but then again arent we all?   Time passed, and he eventually grew on me.   When RV shut down I draged a few of us into White Wolf, teaching Jay a bit more about the system and how game play worked.     We started talking more and I found out he wasnt really the silly 14 year old I thought, but  older and once you got past the confusing spelling, somewhat intelligent *s* ..
Soon after that I found myself trying to escape from Toronto in the citys worst snow storm to go to NC. 
The trip was low key, but I guess low key doesnt exist with some of us.  We got pulled over by a brigade of cops and walked into an abbandoned grocery store, both situations proved amusing.
He hit Toronto a few nights back too..  wow.   A year changes a person.   So do situations,
Anyway, rambling aside, I love the kid, and J I care alot about you, your intelligent, funny and your body doesnt suck.  
Cheers to Didgimon, Beast Wars, The Princess Bride, Men in Tights and especially American Beauty.
Long Live the Pogo, and quiet walks through grave yards


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