All I Want Are Your Bitter Tears

He never smiled, when he was happy. When he cried, his

Eyes were as silent and emotionless as ever. Sometimes

We would watch through the window as he buried his

Fingers in the dewey grass, and leaned one ear down

To whisper to a wild flower. His eyes always glowed with

An untold secret, and when he spoke, it was in a language

That only he could understand. The Autism struck him softly,

As though it were the glass coffin of Snow White, forever

Preserving his feeble innocence. All I wanted were his bitter tears,

But he never cried. He never laughed. He only lived.

The End

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