Half the Man (Part 67)

I love the strong
because to be weak is futile
To hold you gently
but not face the prospect of letting go

I move uneasily
The walk of a man in agony
Beaten by innocence
My churning body killing the silence

No greater effort
but the beating of this heart
too pointless
To let go when your not far

So I stand alone
Because the dark is nicer
If I imagine you here
And you touching my shoulder right there

But for now at least
Your not here with my and Im weak
I notice it when you leave
Im not half the man that I used to be