Love Poem #58

He wore awkward and loneliness

Draped them over his shoulders

Until he seemed to slump

Lost was his name upon my lips

For I knew his stance

I had been young once

Feeling awkward and invisible

A little broken bird

With death and pain clattering at his heels

So I gave him some of my life

In exchange for his story

Hoping that my spark

Would allow him to look up

And finally see the sun

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