Romantic Joker

I knew what lay behind his back.
He held a riddle in his hands.
It would be faded on parchment,
The answer caught only in his body.
I felt I would never know the answer,
Deep amongst the trail of complex words.
I knew what lay behind his back.
He held a riddle in his hands.
One that burned with significance
That no soul itself could portray.
The truth from that boy was constant
and his gentle smile made it harder
to walk into the still night, gasping for air.