IN THE DARK: Nothing More

Wounded like the rest of us and scared. So thirsty for a drop of affection that his lips are chapped. No question about the fact that he wants me but he denies it. Because if he admits it then he's bound to lose it. He believes that he's not good enough to be able to keep it. And then there's me, begging him to believe that I see him for who he really is, and even so, I am not going anywhere. Him and I, until we die. He disappears behind the mundane busyness of his everyday life. I'm left out. He gets older and I suffer. He's numb by his past heartbreaks and I realize that I'm no savior. I'm just a guy with so much tender love to give to whomever asks for it.