there was a swift bladed touch of childmind bifurcated calm
there was an El Che sweatshirt hairstyle dirty from spilled coffee n' tired iron
you watched him take keys from his pocket and twirl them absently
you watched them talk for long minutes tho you couldn't hear you could imagine
there was a soft eternity eon before the light impression left your eyelids
and then it was hard to remember exactly what after all.