• meaghan_kasperowski 31w


    His name was Joey
    He was mysterious
    The weather was snowy
    I was blowing
    In the storm
    His face painted
    Would appear and disappear
    Month after month
    Year after year
    From body
    From mind
    To soul
    There is no more control
    His presence stays with me always
    And I will never forget that day
    His name was Joey