Poem for Max

Anonymous

you sold me your time patience thoughts and your unwavering ability to give me advice on any topic i miss you the real you i guess i don’t know the real you i guess you didn’t really know the real me either

i always sugar coated my situation yet towards the end,

i began to spill my splendid stories of sweet salvations and

my worrisome winsome acts of wonder or stupidity you still listen to me, swaying soundly in the sunsets smiling in each sunrise and painting our stories in the clouds tonight looked beautiful max, did you make that story up? or was that one of your own was it mine? or did you mold all our tall twisted tales together and splash them upon the clouds whatever you said to me through the sky tonight, it was really pretty and

i listened to each word