Sometimes I hear him

at the back of my mind

or I hear him

in an empty room

his hand inhabits mine

and guides me

to a calmer state

 

I see him in the mirror

when I look too quickly

and unguarded

his eyes are mine

staring back at me

 

I call on him sometimes

when I know I won’t be calm

he says the words I need to say

and makes them acceptable

then push him back 

while he stares at me

waiting for me to accept him