Thursday, April 18, 2013

Man in Apron

The way your tongue plays when you say my name. The sound of my name in your mouth. You gave a new radiance, a new meaning in my name. And I never thought something so simple can make me smile. I don't need to go to heaven to know what it feels like. You remember my name, no you know my name, I don't know how but it sure is nice to be remembered by a stranger.

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