The man who can't be moved

He's always wearing the same black metallic shirt with the deepest shade of green sweat pants. I wonder if that's his only pair of clothes. Does he know the meaning of an expanded wardrobe? That sounds a little harsh coming from me, a person he supposedly loves. He used to be extremely handsome. Greek God's features. Strong jaw bone structure, cheeks that were high as mount everest. Maybe I'm exaggerating his cheek bones but the height is pretty noticeable at a glance. A tattoo of an eagle covers his used to be toned but now scrawny chest. Is it wrong to pity someone who used to or still does love you? My heart sinks every time I see him. Sometimes I feel like time is running out with him. He was pretty talented. Played the piano, guitar, and was the lead singer in the church choir. I know I inherited my high cheek bones and many talents from him. Not that he played everything I play, just that he had the ability and hidden skill to do so. The majority of us(4/6) play the piano. If he never sang in the choir and never exposed us to the black and white keys then we probably would have never taken an interest. Poor man. Too bad He'll never know my love for him until he dies.