He was always a friend and never noticed me. Watching him live a life with such ease was mesmerizing… walking on fluid air with the weight of strength, warmth and knowledge of intelligence so incomprehensible.
He was always a friend that loved and gave to the broken… the broken gravitated towards me and my heart breaks… I’m broken; therefore, those broken nested in my heart.
He was always a friend.
Joy Jane June
50th short 9.14.2019 broken
