Gordon


Every day, we'd take a brisk walk.
For him, it was rather a ride
As he was on a tricycle.
He had only one leg, you see,
The other one, he'd left in Vietnam.

We'd talk about everything!
"Don't you believe in God?", he'd say.
"No. Is it hard to kill a man?", I'd say.
"I killed more than one, you know..."

My eyes fell on a worm in front of the wheel.
I pushed gently on the handlebar.
"Let him live....", I said,
".....He too, wants to live!"

Two years later, he told me:
"Do you remember the worm?"
"O yes!" I said, "of course, I do!"
"That's when I told myself:
There is something special about this woman,
And that's really when I knew:
"What did you know, Gordon?"
"There's not too many ways to say it, you know?"
"What... Gordon, what?"
"Well....I love you..."

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