April 19, 2008
he’s sitting there in that long, wooden chair
with a can of iced coffee beside,
reading the blue-gray sky surrounding him.
he smiled when the stars begin to appear.
from all his small circle of friends,
the stars are his most trustworthy ones
they knows most of his wishes,
his dreams, and most importantly,
the stars blink at him,
waiting for him to speak
but not today
he have no stories to tell
he’s just sitting there silent
keeping everything to himself
he sip the coffee until the can’s empty
he turned it and looked at its bottom
everything has its own expiration date.