The man

Jack in a black coat, cold night air

Says “you alright?” like he actually cares

No big talk, no front

Just real, steady, blunt

August nights, Faithless loud

Something shifted in that crowd

Didn’t say it, didn’t need

I felt it when you looked at me

You don’t chat shit

You don’t pretend

And that’s what gets me

In the end

Jack, you’re quiet but you land

Every time you’re in my space

You don’t try to be the man

You just are, in your own way

Jack, you take it slow

Like you know what’s worth the wait

And I don’t mind taking time

If it’s you at the gate

Sunday pints, Arsenal on

You smile when the game’s gone wrong

Like winning’s nice but not the point

You care about the people, not the noise

Tattoos faded, summer skin

You don’t show off, you just exist

And somehow that’s what pulls me in

Every single time

You feel safe

You feel deep

And that’s not something

Men usually keep