they say that the toughest metal is forged in the strongest flames
but what happens if it cant withstand the heat?
does it simply just melt away?

he once stood tall and erect
but he was never a proud man
infectious laughter
the bright gleam in his eyes
the familiar scent tinged with cigeratte smoke
just mild enough to not be overpowering
his steady gaze and quick witted speech
his firey temper
his pride.

but now all i see is the shadow of a man
shuffling along
but never a complaint pass through his lips
fighting and trying to be strong
a million thoughts go through his mind as he lies motionless on the couch
and i can only try to guess all thats unspoken.
i detest the weakness that has left him incapacitated

return to me the one
who used to swing me up high above his head
tickle me with his moustach
pat me back to sleep when i woke up with nightmares
please bring him home to me.