I see him nearby, a blue-green-gray eyed man
A black suit, he waited forever
He watched me fall, and was always picking me up
His smile sad, his eyes understanding
"Are you fine, Aden?" he extends a hand--Pale, but warm in my grasp
I stand, unable to pull away from his grasp
And follow his lead
I wrote a lengthier poem similar to this in my study hall, and I like the longer, myself.
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