He

This is my opinion of a man I call "He"


He has a light about him
that shines from his smile
and it's been felt in the touch of his hand
.....when he takes the time to touch
and it's been felt like electric shock from his body
.....when he sits still long enough to be held

His eye sight is selective
he hears what he wants to hear
his attention span is shorter than a minute
his ability to love is unknown
his past a wild one
his future a good one, if only he'd believe it were true

He battles and fights
but only with himself
it's not the world against him
not the past that haunts him
instead
just like the rest of us
it's his thoughts that manifest a devil
it's his insecurities and fears that keep him trapped
and unable to move forward

He feels like my man
but doesn't act like the man I need
he's distant
afraid
and destructive to my heart
in the absence of time, pursuit, and understanding

He is no different than me, really.
And we continue crawling in a web of confusion
hoping to understand
and heal from the hurt we've caused each other

He is someone I feel love for
he penetrates my mind
my heart
and lives inside of me
he fills my thoughts most minutes of most days
but existing outside of my body
and learning to survive and navigate inside of my world
he can't manage to do.

so it is.