My Beloved He Poem by Amy Carr

He is hurting.
I can tell –
I can feel it
when I think of him
even from so far away,
so long since we last talked.

He feels alone.
Even though
I am right there.
With him.
All the time.
Tucked in the shadows,
just out of eyeshot,
holding his hand.

(Even now
I am there.)

He doesn't realize.
How beautiful he is.
How special he is.
How much he means to me,
and always has –
ever since he plucked me
from the depths of
my loneliness and despair
all those years ago
and took me into his life,
into his heart,
gave me a someone to call home
in this big bad city of ours.

But he is in pain!
What do I do?
How do I help him
when I am not there?
When he can't see
the tears I shed
when I feel his pain –

(Oh yes, my darling,
I can feel it.)

So I will say:

You are beautiful.
You are special.
You are sexy.
You are not fat.
You are a shining light,
a guiding force,
a wonderful friend....

And I love you!

So when you're feeling
alone
afraid
fat
worthless
strange
lost
confused......

Come to me.
I am here.
I will hold you
and pat your back
and listen
and understand

till the tears are gone
till the clouds have parted
till your appetite is sated

till you can see

YOU

shining and transcendent
beautiful and powerful
in your magic mirror (from New Jersey) .