Semi-Daily Scribbles

This is how I'll remember you: Crinkly-eyed smile (those were tears – don't lie) and flushed cheeks. Your demeanor changed from quietly serious to seriously exhilarated when you spoke of poking your stick into curious things. You floated on up toward the ceiling, I grabbed on to your cupid colored sleeve, and together we looked down upon the world we created without really trying (and yes, by then, I was the one who was crying.) You collect, I connect, and the dots form a nimbus to stave off the dark.