He’s very strong
His skin is olive.
His hair is black.
His eyes are brown.
He’s over six foot tall.
He’s only 26.
He seems “just quiet,”
but his silence is a wall.
He is happy to the world,
but in private he’s all pain.
He says he has friends,
but they’re acquaintances.
He has plans for the future,
but he only half believes them.
He believes he really cares,
but he won’t look in your eyes.
He has roots in another land,
but here he’s just a floating atom.
He lives in a version of himself from some time past,
when he used to be whole and knew nothing of loss.
He’s had many lovers,
but his heart is swelled shut.
Everyone has left him through fate,
therefore he’s resigned to any fate,
to fighting for nothing,
to not fighting at all.
To fight
means to care.
To care
means to open his heart.
To open his heart
means to love.
To love
means to let her in.
To let her in
means she might go.
To let her go,
means to lose a piece.
To lose a piece, again,
means disbelief, denial,
anger, and… acceptance?
He needs love to heal and grow,
But for fear he won't accept any.
He’s not ready
and she can’t reach him.
That’s why Ali
remains an alien
from a faraway land
and even to himself.
~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone
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