Old blue jeans havenโt faded yet, still unblurred as he moves undeterred by a painful past;
Slightly slumping, shoulders sagging like a soldier who is dragging his body back from an unknown war.
Well earned wrinkles on his face are deeply ingrained as deep blue eyes shield a soft soul from feeling to cold.
Brown spotted skin, but his hair is still black, the pain is still there in the past as a matter of facts that others lack.
It is all superficial. People canโt even see the surface scars that he hides behind his sleeves. Desert dry eyes can no longer sooth a parched heart.
Outside of our ability to perceive is his grief, strange subtractions from his life like his parents, his friends, and his wife,