to try again; this time write what you know.

I hug you tightly, I can hear a smile form, as your snicker becomes a laugh. I promised I wouldn't cry. but I feel warm tears coming so I hold them back. Your smile is lovely and sweet, a mischievous grin quite vibrant and fleet. Scrawny little arms envelop my waist, drops spill into my mouth and it's salty at the taste. So young and so small. you try to make yourself as tall- as me. as you press your callous toes into the shifting pebbles on the street. I marvel at how the hot cement does not burn such tiny little feet. Milk white teeth against a chestnut brown face. We are standing in such a scorching heat, for such a happy place. You tickle me and leap away, giggling and taunting I know this game, and now this memory is haunting. you want me to chase you around the cancha, dodging through the palm branches, hiding amongst the leaves, you run your fastest and i kneel over taking advantage of every precious breeze. You smile widely and your dark eyes glisten. I try not to listen to the voices in my mind. telling me its almost time. the bus is almost here. the night is almost gone. tomorrow I wont see you, tomorrow I'll be gone. Little boy so innocent and young. you stick out your tongue you love our little game. and tomorrow you think it will go the same. I don't know how to tell you. I don't want to say it, for fear it will come true. maybe if I deny it, I can stay here with you. the bell rings and I hate the dreaded sound. you grab my shirt and pull your feet planted firmly on the ground. I tell you, little boy its time for me to go. and you say the things I feared you would and I hoped you didn't know. This is where you are, isn't this your home? I thought you would stay here, please dont leave me here alone. Please dont go or cant I come with you? if you leave when will you return, and what am I going to do? but that part is just a dream, I wake up and what is real is better than what I dreamed. Instead, the bell rings and the world... it doesn't end. I feel somewhere in my heart, I will see that little face again. He hugs me very tightly and its hard for him to do. but bravely he lets go and says "Samone, I'll be seeing you." and then that little smile forms at the corner of his mouth, and he sticks out his tongue and races me to the gate; he knows its time to see me out. I give him a little kiss on his little brunet cheek. He contorts his face disgustedly, groans, and whips it away with the back of his hand. I glare at him with smiling eyes, hands on my hips as I stand. And he wrinkles his nose as he grins sheepishly, showing his pearly white set of teeth. A little chuckle a little smirk a little wave from a little squirt. "Hasta luego Samone! Te quiero mucho!" he says and I close my eyes happily. I think of those last moments, and when I'll see him again and I smile drifting off to sleep.