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