he was the sun that rose at five.
he was the one who resembled the fiery strokes.
he had a laugh that could shake the earth.
his voice boomed throughout the lands of daisies and primroses.
his constant jittering and moving kept me awake and aware as my eyes wandered over his confused movements.
his eyes wandered wherever like mine but was never to mine — to others.
his pupils flicked for a moment to mine and was suddenly, in a long second, long gone.