"Man on the Moon" series. This is old, kinda. Prolific day of thinking this Christmas. I love and respect the one who inspired this poem and all the other poems of this series and most the clutch my soul series as well, I swear there is at least a hundred. I thank God I made a space for this being in my life, EVEN for just a short time. With this love nothing was in vain, it made me a better person. I thought back to my life before I knew he existed and can hardly believe the difference. Nothing was much different, but wasn't it? No less happy, but still, a world of difference in loving myself more now thanks to him. My capacity to be shameless hadn't been developed and then discarded. I will probably never find one that makes me feel as deeply understood, but I'm starting to accept this and move on from it, no less worshipping his solace. His arms are not mine. And that is not unfortunate. It's just this life game and I'd better get used to it.