The Total ~

He smells of worn leather and grease.

Of the outdoors and mysterious things.

He walks  a little slower now , then he did years ago.

Joints snap and crackle when he bends them, these days.

There’s a little frosty patch in the dark of his hair.

Just an angel-kissed place to remind me of all I’ve put him through.

Those hands of his that I noticed so long ago,

have a few more scars.

Each one with a story that I know.

The world might look at him , and pass by,

without notice.

But the total of those parts , inside and out,

make the man I love……..

breathtaking.

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