Heard of a man in a coma.
Wondered if he'd seen what I'd seen
in the nine years he spent asleep.
Told him I lived right by here,
he smiled and nodded.
I'd seen his face in the papers
next to another one I knew very well.
Long ago, I was young when it happened.
Really, not a big deal.
It was only when I was seven,
nothing but adventure lay ahead.
By nine years I was pubescent,
learning more from cowardice and confusion.
Now even, I'm young.
A decade atop the rest.
But when he stopped me
he asked me,
after he told me he hadn't missed a thing,
if I ever forgave him fully,
the man who took it all away.
I stopped and turned to him wholly,
in the driveway of his new house.
Told him I'd never considered it,
but now, maybe I would.
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