He, He, and He
I saw the fear in his eyes
The quiver on his lip
The tears beginning to build
The first time I saw weakness
In him
The first time I saw myself
In him
He sucked it back
Held his head high
Like what he said was
Suddenly irrelevant.
Like what he did,
The thoughts he had,
They were suddenly
Irrelevant.
How could he sit there before me?
So calm
And me,
So worried
How did he put on a mask?
How could he push me out?
How could he be so weak?
How could he be so strong?
How could he not be worried?
How could he have time to
Still
Be here, sitting with me?
He lost it
Lost sight of himself
Lost sight of his
Center of gravity
And he felt all alone
I have never been so worried
Would he kill himself?
Would he snap?
Would he lose everything?
How did he realize his trigger?
How did he not let me know he
Realized his trigger?
Until now.
How could he sit there
So strong?
Be so broken
But so put together?
Like the pain he
Physically and mentally felt
Suddenly was gone
Like it was nothing.
Or, did he not feel at all
Did he not feel remorse?
Guilt?
Pain?
Anger?
Sadness?
Loneliness?
All the tragic feelings in life we hate
But allow us to know something is wrong.
Somehow
He was still here
Still here with me
While his world was crumbling down
He managed to crack a joke
Still managed to smile
And, I don’t know how
I thought I would never
Understand him
But for the first time while I saw
The weakness
In him
I saw an immense strength
In him
A jaw dropping, awe-inspiring
Strength in him
And slowly,
It all started to make sense.
He began to make sense.
~AAS
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