Him

He loves him.
It crept up on him slowly,
Seeping into his every pore and thought,
And now,
He doesn’t know how to be without him.

He needs him.
The idea of not having him here
Is a crippling fear,
Stifling like being trapped in a world
Where there is no air or light.

He wants him.
That ache that never leaves
Whether he is with him or alone isn’t pain or agony to be vanquished by any pill.
It is the simple act of part of him being missing,
Only soothed and made whole when he is near.

He has him....