Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
A/N: I haven't written poetry in a very long time. Today it felt indescribably important to me to do so again. Only now, having written it, I really realize how very much I missed it.
Loose
He turned up shaken on my door-step
I'd never seen a thing quite like that
Quiet like that
He scared me
With his eyes
Not dead
But quiet like that
Calm?
Like that?
He seemed to see
Quiet like that
He seemed to see everything I had
Had kept
From myself more than him
Fear
Pain
Doubt
He asked me to look
To see beyond the blood, hot, dripping down his face
Where his drunken father had struck
Not for the first time
Caused a gushing cut
He asked me to see with my own eyes
The peacefulness beyond the pain in his loving gaze
Knowing he had me to turn to
Above our heads a gust drove the clouds into the horizon
And with them the dark went
Made room for the early hours of this summer morning
Almost night still
Nearly day
Enough light for us to see either way
It was only us standing
Eyes holding gazes
Hands reaching each other tentatively
Breaking the barrier of fear
Tears in both our eyes
Comfort
In our arms
Love
