He has dirt on his jeans and a crack in his glasses...

And if you peer closely enough at the blemish resting on his cheek, 

You will know he felt it stay when he fought a man who teased his younger sister. 

 

But looking beyond the smudge on his wrinkled shirt,

You will hear his different impressions that always makes others laugh,

And see that although wounds are clear on his palms...

He smiles despite the life he lives. 

 

He breathes...

He understands...

He wants to know, to learn.

 

With people staring, he takes it as an invitation to approach...

And whispers something beautiful.

 

Most might forget him,

But those that he has touched will stumble in his loss like someone with a broken heart...

Someone lost and confused in his absence...

Someone who understood him, not the mess of his jeans...

And his life. 

 

But for now...

He is here with a flawed cheek...

Smiling...

Because it is what he wants to do,

And what he does best.