Confession 16
Some memories linger on, most often intruding than adding to a sense of nostalgia or delight, while others almost imperceptibly flicker by giving one the impression of a candleflame in a mellow breeze. And of course, there are those that can't be explained.
I looked into his eyes with a grin on my face, maybe even with a twinge of scorn lacing the corner of my mouth, and said -- "Have I ever told you that your eyes are the colour of sewage water running in the big drain in my area...?"
"Yeah?!? Thanks man! Have I ever told you that your eyes are the colour of the hair under my armpits?"
I honestly didn't know that that would be one of the last times I ever saw those green eyes.
RIP.
And the memory flickered by...
I looked into his eyes with a grin on my face, maybe even with a twinge of scorn lacing the corner of my mouth, and said -- "Have I ever told you that your eyes are the colour of sewage water running in the big drain in my area...?"
"Yeah?!? Thanks man! Have I ever told you that your eyes are the colour of the hair under my armpits?"
I honestly didn't know that that would be one of the last times I ever saw those green eyes.
RIP.
And the memory flickered by...
