He

He is there, a voice in unconsciousness,
He is the background in the fabric of dreams,
He is the higher power who controls me,
He is the wavering decibels in silent screams,
He is the sorry ‘un’ in ‘unrequited’,
He is the incubus of love, a hateful friend,
He is the hole in my soul that lust cannot fill,
He is gone, a void in time and love again.