Black and Blue

I saw a shadow,
and it resembled a boy,
I couldn't quite make out
a face,
for it was shattered, too lost
to even mask itself with joy.

I remember how much
I desired to touch the ghost,
but every time I reached out,
my heart and words went right through.
One day I caught a glimpse
of its eyes, frightened of the truth—
to my sadness the eyes were painted
with hurt—
they were black and blue.

Turns out the ghost wasn't
a ghost at all—
he was a human and in the flesh,
but there was something terribly off—
this boy was merely invisible.

Turns out he has a family,
but they're tied together with a frown.
Turns out he's so damn talented,
how could he not be known?
Turns out this boy was lovely,
the greatest young man on the earth,
and one day he smiled at me,
and I smiled back at his rebirth.

Time and time went on,
and he wasn't the shadow I knew,
he has become a beautiful person,
and he can heal my sorrow when
even I feel untrue.

Turns out he's not just a boy,
he's more, he's an angel.
Turns out he doesn't bring plague wherever he stands,
he brings magic, miracles.
Turns out his eyes are brown,
and those eyes whisper clues.
Goodbye eyes of hurt,
goodbye black and blue.