There is someone in the world
who fights an urge to send you
relatable songs meant to
bridge the distance;
only he doesn’t do it, because
he doesn’t want to wake you
There is someone out there
who has purposely quieted
the world around him
on the off chance that you
find yourself lost,
and no one else knows to listen
for your exhausted screams
There is someone
who insists on opening
the front door at random,
though he knows he’ll only
be disappointed when he doesn’t
find you standing there;
never-mind that you don’t know
his home address
There is someone
routinely stopped,
alive in his tracks;
paralyzed by the notion
that he’ll always be a shadow
of the man he could have been
if he’d just had the courage
to follow his heart into your arms
There is someone
who sometimes imagines
what it will feel like to die
without you nearby,
or (worse) be forced
to carry on in a world
where the wilderness of your spirit
is no longer one he can explore
There is someone on this planet
who loves you so inexplicably
that it scares his
forever-rationalizing mind
to the point that he cannot talk about it
to anyone
There is someone
who ceased being capable
of being himself without you
from the very moment
the two of you met
Yes, there is someone
who always considers you
…he’s me
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