A clutter of thoughts, words, emotions, stories, confusion.

I sit a broken man, looking at You.

Trying to feel You like I have tried many times before.

Yet nothing.
I cry into that cold, hard surface called my broken mattress.
My world resembling that mattress.
Broken. Cold. Hard.
Yet nothing.
People try to tell me things.
"Things happen for a reason."
"He has a plan."
Yet nothing.
But... her.
She listens. She's there.
She sits and holds me in her arms.
She lifts me up from that broken mattress.
She wipes those tears.
She LOVES me...
That's SOMETHING.
And you?
I can't see you.
I can't feel you.
You seem to be like the things that were taken away...
Something that I don't need.
You may fascinate me, but I don't need you.
I need her...and that's all I need.
She is my love.
She is my savior.