Coco Lopez

He found me.

I wasn't frightened by his long hair or noise ring.

There was a sweetness in his written word like that of a child's.

We spoke.

There was joy in voice.

Charm, wit, kindness.

We met. All the same.

Complex he was.

Painful history. Still in pain.

Happy to hear me.

Happy to see me.

One day it shifted.

So quick.

Could hear a slight edge in his voice.

Answering impartial.

Said this was how we was.

I don't want that.

I don't need that.

I deserve better.

I've always known it.

I've been treated miserablly for so long by my own blood.

I refuse to let water do the same.