The sun’s awfully rude,

it’s splaying his flaws and exposing them

to get perceived by everyone

and I can tell his self-esteem is bruised.

My palms close in on his face,

and shields it instead of mine.

“Oh, the reminder’s the light, you’re the highlight of my life,

& I know by default, you’d presume so.”

- My hands throw back the echoes of his voice.

The whole nine yards are stretching out into desperation,

If only I can carry him to a better mood.