he circles me,
burning my eyes.
His imperfect projections
of every room,
demanding a place at the table
of my thoughts.
He is the beautiful disaster that drives us both
Burdened by my own endless worries,
I try to convince him
he is not similarly afflicted.
Stumbling over my ghosts,
I am unsuccessful.
We are two sides of the same dizzying, spinning coin.
I am swimming against the tide of his emotional river.
I am battered by the rocks of his fears.
I am drowning in self-recrimination.
I am one breath away from going under
he reads Harry Potter to the cat,
joins the girl sitting alone in the lunchroom,
helps his teacher after class…
his earnest, honest, open heart blossoms
in front of me,
casting a warm glow on my face…
we’ll be okay.