Noah and I were walking home from Nate and Al’s,
And as we walked past 9401 Wilshire Blvd,
I turned to Noah,
“Do you ever think Dr. Schroeder thinks about me? Ever?”
Without missing a beat,
Noah firmly shot down my hope,
“Mom He has work to do.”
Noticing the flash of pain across my face,
“Mom, He can’t think about you and get his work done…and He needs to get his work done.”
I’m not sure what I was expecting Noah to say,
stung by a mixture of the perhaps the truth and wonderment over Noah’s insight into someone he has never met,
we went back to walking in silence…then I started half humming/half singing ‘Perfect’,
“Noah, I hope one say you meet someone with a love that pure, someone you can spend the rest of your life with, that isn’t tangled up, wait for this person. One day when you meet them, you’ll think back on this conversion…”
You’ll just know.
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