LOVE

PART 1,

He was tall,
Not too tall, but tall enough to shield me from the scorching sun and the biting winds.

He was strong,
Not too strong, but strong enough that I always believed that if the sky fell he would hold it up for me.

He was dark,
Not too dark, but dark enough that the beauty of a thousand midnights could never compare to him.

He was burly ,
Not too burly , but burly enough that every time he held me in his arms, I knew I was warm and safe.

His eyes were deep,
Not too deep, but deep enough to draw me in and drown me forever.

It was in the way he walked,
Big strides and a confident gait,
Like nothing in the world would stop him.

It was in the way he spoke,
Secrets in plain sight,
Wisdom like an old sage,
Soft but not too soft,
Like the winds and rains would obey his every command.

There was something about his smile,
Simple yet complicated,
Like he had seen all the vicisitudes of life,
Mischief and unprecedented intensity,
It always made my heart beat faster.

It was the way he stood tall,
Unyielding in the face of disaster,
With a back that could carry the world,
That was what left a shadow in my heart.

A yearning, an unquenchable thirst that only his presence could cure,
Ah, is a warrior not the fatal poison of any flower?
I lost myself the day I found him,
He became the bane of my existence,

The yin to my yang.
He..
He was my first love.

PART 2.

He was tall,
Not too tall, but tall enough that I felt I would never reach him.


He was strong,
Not too strong, but strong enough that I always felt I was useless in his battles.

He was dark,
Not too dark, but dark enough that I never saw the scars he purposely hid.

He was burly,
Not too burly, but burly enough that I was unable to see the cold that he blocked me from.

His eyes were deep,
Not too deep, but deep enough to hide the demons that plagued his nightmares,
Tainted with sorrow that I couldn’t recognize.

It was in the way that he walked,
Like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders,
Like every step he took had to be steady lest he crumbled and fell apart.

It was in the way he spoke,
Like he had experienced countless eras of existence,
With fatigue coating every word,
Words of caution in every sentence,
Like he was scared someone else would go through what he had gone through.

It was in his smile,
A soul deep powerlessness,
Resignation mixed with indignation.

It was the way he stood tall,
Willing to sacrifice himself,
Who said saving the world was overrated?

That was what left a shadow on my heart,
A regret that ran bone deep,
I am unresigned.
He…
He was my last love.

AZUL 👑

Published by Wanja Joseph

Writing to me is like breathing. Sometimes it's voluntary and subconscious. Other times it's frantic, like gasping for breath. And sometimes, well, I forget to do it! Not for long though.

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