Shantaram

Today,
I caught myself thinking about
a man I have never seen.

In my mind,  he has no face.
But he has a voice;
it is like the colour brown - just enough red and just enough black.

I know how his eyes shine at the sound of her voice,
how his jaw tightens when he's​ biting back a snarky retort,
and how he clenches his fists when a fight comes knocking.

I have seen his dreams materialise,
his worst fears turn real,
and his madness fade away, leaving behind only a hint; just enough.

He doesn't like to talk about himself,
which is why I don't know the texture of his hair, the shade of his tan, the shape of his ears, or the alignment of his teeth.

And that's okay.
Because I already have all I need to fall in love.