He moved into the attic the same day we met
Those deep-set brown eyes were nothing but pools of hurts, fear and anger.
There was something more than just what appeared at the surface.
We drove down in silence, each one wrapped in our own thoughts
There was an urgency and fear in his voice.
His eyes welled as he pressed my hand in his
To me he seemed in denial and shock
Life played many tricks but unlike this one
then he died a silent death never to return to this path
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