SortOfOutThere

 Breathing him in I close my eyes and smile While he makes brief seconds feel like years And I think: This feels like home. Studying his face And each of its imperfections I gaze at the accidental masterpiece he is And I think: This is beautiful. Tracing lines and scars Permanently decorating his hands I wonder how God created him And I think: This is a  blessing. Watching him smile And wave goodbye one last time A pain settles over my chest And I think: This was love.

Packing my suitcase, I realize That I'm not meant for this world Is it somewhere beyond the non-believer's eyes Where I'm meant to be? Where all ships fly And are sailed by paper hatted thieves Who steal the sadness of reality Rather than the treasures of our youth Where every battle is dearth of blood Resolved by heroes wielding the power of language For fighting by peaceful discourse Is mightier than any blade of steel And each living thing loves With a passion we rarely see Because they are fortunate enough to have a world Which lacks prejudice and greed So I'll grab my coat and passport As well as some old photographs To

When I get home,   I often daydream about your eyes, A hue of blue I've just discovered Exists beyond paintings. I think about How every day you'd make me laugh With our battles of who could conjure up the goofiest face; A strife you always seemed to win. I relive the memories Of us studying together Filling the gaps of our knowledge   Not only with formulas,   But with facts of our lives too. And I think about How you aren't what they told me; And that underneath your cynicism, There was someone kind, honest, and principled; As pure a blue as the color of your eyes. Although our time together was short lived, I’m happy