one had the eyes of seas,
pupils of pain.
mouth poured out floods of
restrained stories
that caused their cup to overflow.
raindrops for fingertips,
not sure whether i was left
breath-taken, or as a fish
out of water.

another, with windswept hair,
windswept attitude,
dismissive, difficult, distant.
never seen, always felt,
didn’t want to be held,
or understood.

the next had matches for lashes,
a flame for a tongue,
opinionated, set alight
anything that didn’t sit right,
passionate for all the
wrong reasons.

but he, he was true to roots,
bloomed where planted
joints connected by the soil.
connected with many,
lost in none, none quite like him;
everywhere you walk,
he always finds you first.