SIREN

He called me a siren  today.

I do not know what to say to that.

what does  he even mean? 

He was a guy - a man 

who was unusual but not the type that you say isweird per say

he was just different. 

He didnt believe all the high school bullshit had anything to do with anything.

He read books.

Racy ones.. Hunter S Thompson.

His eyes were always his spotlight but I didnt notice them for their 

color

his gaze. 

He taught me what I needed to learn.

Apathy... 

I was the exception to his paradigm of women he said you are eccentric

And when i hugged him for the last time 

His body told me it was going to be all right

my journey will begin soon like his

and all this was because I became his

SIREN.

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