The One who could See
He had a mysterious expression, almost worrisome as he looked
for days at that same spot in the room therefore I stopped by the stairs
and tried to catch his attention and when he rang the doorbell and
entered he was so miserable the lamp walked ahead of him on
its own “you don’t see him? He lives with us” he said; the others
talked and laughed loudly (because of their fear of course) and only
the boy sat at the edge and also looked sadly at the same place.
And I thought what makes us old was, perhaps, the same childhood
that pushes us away so, after all, we won’t understand.
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