how he entered the room
in his black coat
and black glasses too
black curls framing his pale face
all so put together
i knew
but nobody else could have been able to see
the storm of destruction
beneath it all
the utter despair and bottomless abyss of fear
just seconds away
before we found back into each other's arms
it was all so surreal
and so good
and so crazy
sadness distorted by the extremity of the situation
how he walks
and talks
so tall
and so good
they know that
that they can see.
fragility
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