this is for the man who feels too much
too early
too little
though with a guarded heart
too late
i gaze into his eyes and want to understand more than what he sees
when his pupils are blown
or when the tips of it are brimming with tears
for you, for her, for who seems to have a rightful place
(in his soul)
there's an undercurrent there
like a breath hitching
a chest constricting
a heart breaking
he watches from afar and does not say the words
that longs to be said out loud
to be said out
to be said
to be
above
and hovers: this is for the man who pines and waits
upon something much greater
i say that it's okay to this man
because such a thing it is to love
and give and give and give
until there is nothing left
but more to give
here's to the brave man
that feels
that loves
that gives
that is.
