Deranged

Even in his pain, he did let me know,
That there was one thing left behind.
A reason for pride and movement,
But it never crossed my mind.

I was there, stunned, couldn't think,
Couldn't even have a sense of time.
But the waves sank in, rushed through me,
Enduring it all while making me shine.

Just as I took the space, never letting it go,
Only to remain silent as it all flowed,
Because he was in pain, and still let me know.

As things settled down,
And time went by,
Heat took hold of the mind,
And the senses started to fly.

That's when it assembled gracefully
And gave an elegant cause.
Just to be oblivious when needed,
He showed me who I was.

PS: I don't write poems, but felt the need on this one.