I Miss Looking at the Back of his Head.
I miss looking at the back of his head.
Where ever I have sat in the past
There was his head, an occasional giggle
And a memorable mobile phone tone
A flick of his long blonde hair
An evil elfish look
A yelled conversation
A swap of CDs
A rude T-Shirt
No more “Which was interesting…
To say the least” s
I miss looking at the back of his head
Or maybe I just miss having him around.
