I feel this need to be picked up
to be squeezed and told everything is fine
What is missing from me, that I feel this way?
Shouldn't I be okay standing on my own?
Not waiting for someone to rescue me from being alone.

There is a man.
He is talkative, but sometimes quiet
He knows when his voice is needed
When I am feeling sad he makes me laugh
Or he gives me space until I feel better
He will surprise me
with flowers or with his whit
He is intelligent but he knows he isn't the smartest
He is always shocking me
with how wonderful he can be
And he is also proud of me
This man exists doesn't he?