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Sergiu was a boy
I've had him in my team at work Thin, almost a floating thing Gentle and calm and with a rather big head Seemed like a really, genuinely good person The kind that's so hard to find that People overlook it when it's right there I remember him pulling a lot of overtime shifts He desperately wanted an expensive gaming keyboard So he was in the office a lot But what he gained in actual physical presence - hours tracked He lacked in social skills and interest in jokes And outings and cig breaks; you know what I mean Now, everyone has stuff online That they think People can't trace back to their person And they feel so clever or veiled Well, this thin little guy, through some mental connections And quite some stalking skills, I might add - found mine Then he asked me about it Point blank I recall I found it weird that I was creeped out by him I felt guilty Because he was such a tame creature Not an evil bone in his body I brushed him off with some joke; walked away But since I've been thinking of him occasionally How? Why would this guy stalk his boss online Then tell her about it? What kind of mechanics would make a person expose themselves so? If you don't get it it's fine, but let me tell you What he did was intimate somehow Like a puppy rolling over To expose it's tummy Like I said, I think of him sometimes still And tonight: couldn't sleep, as the baby's kicking - - one flurry, one fury I looked Sergiu up online for the first time ever. What had become of this thin boy with a bit of an unusually big head and a weird manner about him? Well, it turns out that after a couple of months Since I've left for my new home years ago There was a car and a coma and he's dead And I am dumbstruck, I can't Wrap my normally sized head around it I feel a sort of diluted, low-key but resonant Motherly pain What did I lose?
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