Poor

 You have everything — a family filled with loved ones, admirers who orbit you, a kind heart, a handsome face, people who look up to you like you are something worth becoming.

You have everything.

But there is one poverty you will never know you carry —

you will never see yourself through my eyes.

You will never know how you appear to me — and that, that is mine to keep.

A gem I tuck into the soft of my heart, into the quiet of my eyes, held there where no one can ask for it and nothing can take it.

There —

in all your richness, surrounded by everything a life can hold —

alas,

you are poor.