Jan 10, 2022
i see him when i find little trinkets that are just odd and charming enough to keep. i smile at him when i run and feel the breeze in my face. i feel him there when only one sock goes missing and it's never to be seen again, or when i find the pair of one i'd already thrown out. i think warmly of him when i hear a kid laughing and running from a neighbor after ringing their doorbell repeatedly. i roll my eyes at him when the air makes a shiver tickle my skin, my shaky laughter surprising me.
my radiant, wily boy. there's a little part of him everywhere, if you'll just pay enough attention to see it.