A Rare Darling

Helpful and reserved for genuinity. Soft spoken and humane. Not meek, but compassionate in the simplest terms. I'd love to show him that his quiet actions make the world a windless place. Unruffled by greed, he coexists within himself and his own boundries. Muttering buttoned up kindness to whoever will listen to him. Smiling when we notice him, but when left standing alone, lost, red-faced and still. Searching for something to lean on, someone to lean in close to, to get as close as possible to a potential friend and soul. A tender, intimate sigh of words that is barely audible to those who don't care to lean back just as close to him.

He causes hurt in a person unintentionally. He turns and looks at me silently with troubled, oblivious eyes. I reassure this boy, and explain that he was not at fault, only an accident. He looks as if he doesn't understand, maybe he doesn't. So I keep talking. I want to keep talking. I would love to keep talking. Waiting for the rare smile once again.


[written based on observation and interaction with this individual]