Cannon left on Monday afternoon. Some of the snow had already started to melt. We hugged and shared a last kiss. He said goodbye.
I said, “We won’t see each other again.”
“Maybe not. But I know where to get some great ass if I’m in this area. You know how to ride dick.”
“Trust me, I won’t turn you away. You know how to give good dick.”
We laughed over that. Then he waved and walked out of my life. Dressed as a Yeti again, he vanished into the woods, and blended in with the white-layers of thick snow. In my world for a second. Gone the next. Someone I would never forget. Never.
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The Boy Box. It lay on my chest as my short-lived moments and limited memories of Cannon Donaldson vanish from my mind. I find a photograph inside the box that sparks a hint of interest. A single photog
