He's a good man
a bad trajedy, I don't know how to
not love the way kindness
widens his cheeks
till there are crinkles beside his eyes
When he smiles, the world stops and stares
Like I do, with flowers and butterflies
my hands strain to hold him just once
to know the texture of his happiness
to grasp it in between my palms

He's a good man
a bad omen, my world was upside down
but atleast the pain was...