and
never came back.
it was fifty years ago.
just a kid.
the rumor was he died
in a car
crash
somewhere near the border.
i remember him.
his face.
his hair.
his glasses.
his wild blue eyes.
i imagine him still alive
somewhere.
blending in to the dry
browned hills.
he escaped
before life even began
to tie him down.
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