Nothing like a bargain to make this guy happy:
two for the price of one!
His eyes shining, he snaps up extra boxes of cereal and jars of pickle relish – how many will fit in the cart?
Hauls them home, proudly.
He’s like that with life, too –
can’t get enough of it,
as if it all came for free –
We sat, together on the edge of your single bed, in that narrow room.
There, you would die, within the year.
I told you that your little brother was dead: “Uncle Pete died.”
Your green eyes filled with tears – I had seldom seen you cry –
a small sob escaped.
You were remembering, I guess,
those complicated years of disenchantment, and love.
In a moment your face cleared – you smiled,