THE MAN WHOSE HANDS ARE ON THE LEDGE

Everyday I walk along the hall's elegance
And I always see this man whose hands warm the ledge
One such moment I decided to take that chance
To talk to him facing the verdant flower hedge;
Though he talks to those worthy of his confidence
That want I will remove from the tightened wedge

I felt a little hesitant to call his name
Though I'm familiar of his name and character
For I fear the reap of a snobbish person's blame
And for my company will make him bewilder;
Yet I went there beside the spot he stood same
And greeted him as if we have known each other

He greeted back though he stood stiff as a pillar
And silence washed us in a moment so awkward
The tightened wedge slipped with the wheel of a miller
And I told him I have a problem so forward;
He answered me in a single word voiced stellar
The wedge finally dropped with a hint of envy marred

I told him about the wedge that stuck there so long
And I felt my tongue clamped in a grip very tight
He laughed a little with his voice rich a song
And I told him about my dilemma so slight
Why he chose to talk only with a handful along
And he smiled at me with his face radiantly bright

He asked me if that bothered me strongly as such
For he found it queer that I felt this jealousy
For the people he wanted to be with so much;
Nonetheless I told him that it did precisely
As I looked at the hands I wish to touch
If he won't connive of what I would want to be

He told me that he had someone else in that heart
But it did not go to the path he wished to go
He then apologized for laughing 'bout that part
And I told him that it was fine to do it so;
Albeit that moment came one sunny day's quart
The heat of the sun was far less for me to know

He then removed the hands that kept the ledge so warm
And I felt that that precious moment will end soon
I asked if I could be like them who hear his tune
He became still and looked at the sun turning moon
He looked at me and gave me a tap on my arm
Henceforth, I realized the meaning of that charm...