My Soul Mate

I love you more easily than myself,
feel for you, ache for you, as you walk
into these rooms. Your pain, fear, desperation
confound my heart with memories—

no, far too calm a word.
Residual angst, assonance,
antiphony. You and I are one
sharing imaginings, madness, this stage.
You are the frightened child within me
I've fought so long to accept and love.
I love you more easily than myself
and loving you...love me.