2 Liters Poem by Jose Armando Guzman

There has been an itching inside of my head
going on for a while now,
I have tried to ignore it,
and just push it down into the void.

We knew each other for so such a short time
and you were very young.
I am sure that you won't even remember me.

You were almost three years old when I met you.
I was supposed to wed your mother.
You looked at me with a death stare that just
made me smile.

I was taught so many lessons by your fits of
anger, your tears, and your laughter.
It is hard for me, so be patient with me.

Those big dark brown eyes and that bad boy smirk
would just make me laugh.
It is just a pity that I will not be there to see you grow.

You are a very good archer, little man.
Very accurate.
You took your arrow and drove it right through
the center of my heart.

The time we shared was so minimal but
I learned so much from you.
You opened up my eyes.
You took ME by MY hand and we walked
down those steps down to the little store
as we went to buy a two liter of soda.

We were talking like we were old friends
and we had know each other for eternity.
That was our eternity little man.
Our walks to the store.