a work in progress - notes

- i met a man today as he exited a clinic
- thick tears dropped off his weathered face
- he looked into my soul and smiled
- "i'm dying, it's a growth on the brain"
- i reached for him
- he grabbed my hand and shook it
- "today i will chase the sun, tomorrow i will shine"
- i couldn't help but cry
- he squeezed my hand and pulled me to his chest
- "these are tears of joy my new friend"
- "but i don't understand"
- "don't weep for me, for now my life begins"
- with those final words he walked into the fading dusk
- "you already know how this will end"