He stares and me and mocks me. Promises and riddles, my favorite gifts from him are still on the front porch. He smiles and I believe any thing he says. He reads to me, points me to the cascading waterfall. My eyes are opened.
He smiles that crooked smile and I am lost in that maze.
He turns and walks down the steps, shaking his head. He mocks my naivety. Those gifts are just trinkets, spewn across my porch. That waterfall is just a sprinkler. My eyes are not opened.
He mocks me.
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