Faithful Allergies
Description
Love is a thing he gave but I cannot compensate.
Being like a crazy person, can hear but cannot understand.
Holding on to bittersweet memories.
Mocking me like my faithful allergies.
Foreword
He was always fond of joking around whenever the two of us were together. He used to imitate voices, reenact funny scenes from variety shows and he used to mimic his grandmother when those little dust particles tickled my nose.
ACHOO…
My allergies attacked again as we lifted everything from my storage room to look for things we might use for a garage sale.
“Bless you.” He said, his mocking smile flashing at me again. He said his grandmother always muttered the same phrase whenever he’s got runny nose and would always sneeze...
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