For him.
Quiet eyes
Quiet voice
Quiet hands.
I thought that you had faded,
Into the darkness.
Drawing so far into youself
That you simply vanished.
Yet I did'nt realize,
Until too late,
That it was my own undoing.
I stopped noticing.
You continued to shine.
I got distracted.
You blossomed in the sun.
I was darkness.
You. Were. Light.
Quiet eyes
Quiet voice
Quiet hands.
Not loud, not boisterous,
Just the right kind of volume,
Shouting in their own, sefless way.
Your own constellation.
You were there.
I was absent.
You filled the void
That i repreatedly emptied.
Your bore the brunt of my own
Shortcomings.
Ever faithful.
Shine, shine, shine.
Your own universe.
A ray of hope against utter,
Blackness.
I notice you,
Now.
Don't say I'm not waiting,
With your quiet eyes.
Don't say its too late,
With your quiet voice.
Dont say I'm done,
With your quiet hands.
I'd spend forever fixing that mistake,
Forever I'd be willing to spend
Asking for your forgiveness.
Quiet eyes
Quiet voice
Quiet hands.
Quiet. So quiet.
Say something.
For him.
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