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.