Unlike another
He’s a man unlike another.
There is a strength beneath confusion,
A will outweighed by fear.
He longs for things he does not know,
And hides when you get close.
Sometimes you hear the truth,
Before it buries itself in doubt.
At times there is sincerity
That knocks you off your feet.
But I wonder when he calls
If it’s my voice that he hears,
Or a sound from a memory
That he isn’t sure is his.
He’s a friend you see;
Someone I’ll always think of.
And one day I hope he hears
The voices that he calls.
© ThatGirlWhoWracts
