THE BOXER

Eyes met. Shook a hand. Talked so fluently.
We smiled to ourselves. I to myself.

Round and about I wondered.
Prepared for what was to come. A beautiful thing of two.
Some say it is reality, the only.

The daylight was offering.
As he was offering.
Slight warmth and distant closeness.

He was listening. Looking into the eyes, asking questions unanswered.
I was listening. Watching the lips mumble his interest.
A little bit of who he was and is.

Round and about I wondered.
Braced for more of such beauty.
Reality I longed for.

The dusk was waving goodbye.
And there was a thought of fear and uncertainty.
Maybe all this was nothing, he was convinced.
He weighed the verdict, options that he decided to relinquish.

Too much certainty and security in hand. Why let go?

Goodbye and good luck.
Climbing down the height of slumber.
Sighted him with his choice.
Long black hair waving. Gazing at me, flirting with victory.
Goodbye.

With this, I have what they have.
I see what they see.
Tell me again that I need completeness.
A home, family, bloodline.

Goodbye and good life.
I wish you well with your bravery to abandon.
Leave that empty desire of a temporary.
Kiss that danger farewell for you made sure ahead.

Yes I wish you provide that irony.
Wish you were there to protect and console.
Wish that we both wish.
But goodbye for now.