Beautiful core, that weaves in my bed

Lies immobilized beside me, twisted in pain

Strong shoulders that I cling to,

Request my hands to soothe.

With all my strength,

I try to fix,

What seizes and holds him captive,

What I can't understand,

"This pain," he says. "Is not like other pains."

But when I look into eyes

Blinded by circumstance,

I think I can liken it to the ache in my heart.