Left His Touch:

He searches for

Something to soothe him

Something to ease the pain

Have I become something to him?

Have I cracked the shell he's been hiding in?

Or is this all an illusion of my mind?

But his bluntness draws me

For his eyes crackle and shimmer

Like the stars

Seemingly giving light

But really just a dim bulb

In Night's sky

Somehow blunt but deceiving

All the same

One hour with him daily

Has shown me that

Even someone I sometimes

Try to block out still

Has left his touch

On my soul