His face was beautiful when he would
laugh with me.
The brightness of his eyes,
the curious sound of his voice,
the sparkle of the metal which covered his teeth
when he'd smile at me.
Oh! How he loved to live ...
and then he left.
His face is disturbing
when he looks at me, now.
The deep purple of the circles under his eyes,
the serious sound of his all-knowing voice,
the way his unsmiling lips hide perfect teeth
when he looks disapprovingly at me.
Oh! How I miss him ...
even when he is here.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.