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i climbed the stairs

glanced through the aisles

casually searching

then, i saw

a boy

he was flipping through the pages

as if he was looking for the answers

and not finding anything that made sense

nothing to cure his illness.

then, he looked up at me.

dark, wild eyed sadness

confused

more than anything, i wanted to reach out

and hold him

there was grieving in his expression

no matter how blank his face could have been

his eyes could be read with mine

smooth hands run over

the hard surfaces

left, but will return

when the next opportunity knocks