He wore a faded trench coat that reached down to his knees,
And held a cigarette between his fingers merely out of habit.
It would occasionally be brushed against his lips, and then
Go back into his pocket once again. It reminds him of another life:
One that was taken away so many years ago.
A heart of gold is buried beneath the tattered old coat,
Yet he maintains a beautiful - if precarious - balance between his heart
And his mind; what a mind, a marvel, a talent.
He inspires me to be better, to do better; to find my balance,
Yet he remains by my side to catch me when I fall.
My mistakes, he says, are virtuous, and thus he greets them
With a smile rather than a frown, and such a charming smile it is.
Once I'm back on my feet, we wander for a while,
Making an adventure out of the mundane reality of our lives.
Everything is exciting whilst Nick is at my side,
Nor can anything be the end of the world, for he checks
Whether I'm alright after I've slipped up, but -
When our eyes meet - we both just start to laugh. There is joy,
Beauty, wonder, wisdom, contained within his gaze.
If I could find the words to tell him everything that I see,
Perhaps I would; at least, one day. Alas, he knows me well enough
To comprehend the thoughts that I cannot voice,
Just as I do for him. That is how I know that he knows
Quite how dearly I love him. That is how he knows
That I know he will always stay by my side.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
