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I.  The first time I met him, he told me he was dying.

Quirked his mouth and said it, just like the sky is blue or look it’s raining.

I think I laughed a little, maybe, uncertain giggles choked in my throat because he was lying – he was, wasn’t he?


II.  On his 15th birthday, he blindfolded me and sat me in the passenger seat of his car, drove and drove, then let me out and led me barefoot across the softest grass I’d ever felt, like it was me who got a present.

He let go of my hand – wish he never did – and then said take it off.

Blink away the dark and – he was lying on the ground, eyes closed, grass in his toes and his softsoft hair, perfectly aligned with the headstones making paths through the graveyard.

This is mine, you know. and I didn’t.

Shay Keely loving-nothing did-nothing. and he wasn’t.

Leaves behind nothing, no one

What about me?


III.  It’s going to rain he would say, every every day when we walked home from school.

And I would look at the sky – blue, cloudless, always – and I wouldn’t understand.

On my funeral, you know smile, kick a pebble, hands in pockets Rain.

I would have liked to have told him he couldn’t possibly know that, no one could predict the weather in seventy years, but.

I was never that articulate, so –

No, the weatherman’s calling for sun next Tuesday.


IV.  I could never have described Shay to a blind man.

In the way that you can describe clouds as the feel of feathers on your skin, or an earthworm as a spaghetti noodle and the smell of rain, I could never have described him.

He was all the things you had to see to believe in – angel-soft hair like a Kansas wheat-field in the breeze, eyelashes whispering like the susurrus of a silent mockingbird’s soaring wings.  And eyes like that, like liquid onyx, like blackbirds perched in dying trees – no blind man could ever have imagined the way they shone.

So I guess it was a good thing, then, that I never met a blind man.


V.  I didn’t cry, at his funeral

but I took off his shoes.
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Can I just say....this gave me goosebumps.
I don't usually read prose...I don't know why...but if I can find such quality as this, I wouldn't hesitate to browse it for hours.

This, to me, should be in one of the top prose writings of all time...It is just wow...

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Dude, this was one of the most amazing things I've ever read.

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