A Scarred Man

This is not a plea,
I might not show,
I might not tell-
it’s like James Bond;
ruthless and scarred.
There is a heart somewhere-
or these pain infused words wouldn’t be here,
I have been watching you,
hoping that you will notice me;
perhaps, I was lost among the commotion.
I wonder, if not reminded,
would you have remembered me?
I am not dwelling;
just to look at you,
Is heaven for me.
One day,
you will look back
And question-
just remember,
who stood by you.