he kept to himself…real quiet like…didn’t talk to anyone…didn’t even own a phone…just kind of watched as the world went by…kids playing in leaves…dogs walking their owners…jacked up pickup trucks cruising down the street…a motorcycle with a fat broad’s arms wrapped ’round leather…he would just watch…

and the only thing that changed were the seasons…winter’s gray skies changing blue…summer’s greens turning gold and rust…there was never a spring…spring gives hope…he gave up on that a long time ago…

at noon the church bells rang…everyday…took a moment to listen to em…he’d hum along…and smile…just smile…one more day…just one more day…

that’s all he wished for…