plot twist

i never met him
or anyone who has met him
for that matter

and yet, the connection
with everyone who was every so slightly worthy of his attention
was something that defied the common notion

there was more humanity in it
and i still don’t understand
how does one do it in this squarely fashion

in this way
that usually empties you
and leave you vain

(maybe it’s just my problem)

he was so pure
and his pain
made him even more pure
naive darkness
made him real

he was the only one
for us to look up to
among the mediocrity,
us being that mediocrity

at the time when the lines became blurred
and it was unclear what’s real
we were only certain of him

and he even encouraged us
to explore these lines

he didn’t tell us what to do
but his presence
allowed us to do whatever

and decades later, i find out
a creation of my own imagination
was not created by me, but for me