John Munch and the Light

A poem about the detectives Odafin Tutuola and John Munch. From Munch's point of view.

My world
Odd, sarcastic
Theories brimming with
Strange ideas
Annoying partners
Ex-wives demanding
Money
Food
Me

I'm falling
No one sees my pain
It's personal
I keep to myself
But I wish
Someone would ask
So I'd spill the secrets
I need
A friend

I'm still falling
Into a world
Of pain
Sorrow
An absence of love
No one stays long enough
To understand
To know
To care


There's a new detective
With light dark skin
Black hair, curly in a ponytail
A smirk
A face that furrows
With the same expression
Eyes, the color of mud
But the good mud
The kind you enjoy
After a rain

He's smart
And quirky
And odd
Hard to be friends with
But opens up to you
He cares
He knows
He listens
He understands

His name is Odafin Tutuola
Or just Fin
I told him mine
John Munch
Completely different
I like his name
It tells a story
Like him

Fin is a light
At the end of my dark tunnel
He makes me laugh
Listens to my theories
Doesn't hold back
Criticises me
When he's supposed to
He pulled me out
Of the abyss
Of pain
Sorrow
Absence of love

Odafin Tutuola is an angel
An odd guardian
Who helps

He's my partner
In crime
In life

Author's Note

:) very long.