Who is this man?

I wrote this in September of 2012. 

He was a man that I once knew inside and out. My knight in shining armor... If blindfolded I could pick him out from a crowd. From the cracked toe nail. To the scar on his forehead. Every inch, every smell, every sound I would know it was him. But today I look and other than those features I don’t know who he is. It’s like the body snatchers have invaded and left just a shell of a man. The empty suit of a KNIGHT stands. The face mask is down and closed. He can’t peer out and no one can see in

He was once a man whose eyes twinkled all the time. Now they are empty. When you look in them there is no life. There doesn’t’ even appear to be a hint of life or love.  I look deep into them and I only see the sad reflection of someone he once loved looking back.

He was once a man who felt pain who would never allow pain on others and now he inflicts it in his words and actions. He was like a knight in armor and would shield the fiery darts of criticism to those around him. He would defend and battle, but now the only one he defends is himself.

He could stop tears from flowing and now he isn’t concerned that he is the one making them flow. He isn’t concerned that so many tears are flowing. He moves farther away in order not to see or be damaged from the pain.

His lips would only speak words of love and praise and now its like they have forgotten how to form the words.  They never even escape his lips. A guard is standing making sure nothing escapes, not even a tiny breath filled sound.

His touch!  His touch could warm the coldest soul. Would ignite a fire from the deepest coldest heart.  It was warm and tender and soothing. Today it is COLD. It seldom touches.  Never an embrace, never a comforting pat. Never fingers enlaced, or a soft hand placed gently upon another.  Its gone. It’s like the armor he once wore as a knight is too heavy on his body and won’t allow him to move.

His armour has now become cumbersome! He moves in it like a robot. Only doing what he needs to do in order to survive. He’s gone