too far to hold

I catch a glimpse. 

from afar, 

the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

his expression unreadable, 

as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

he's magic, for someone else to catch in their hands like a firefly till he no longer glows. 

is his heart forever dull? 

numbed to a pain so constant it made him forget he can feel?

watching from the bleachers, I see him wrap another in a soft embrace, 

giving him the time, 

and the shoulder to cry on, 

but who listens to the listener?

I would. 

He drapes his arm round the other man's shoulder, shielding his tear stained face from the crowd, 

and looks back, 

I look forward

and for a moment, I think he knows that someone, 

somewhere 

is willing to listen, 

if he's willing to look.