His

Invading my thoughts,
Like a tornado,
Swirling and twisting and churning my thoughts,
Into a mess of debris of memories of him,
Whirling me into some sort of deeper state of desperation,
Trying to claw my way out of the spell he cast,
Soothing the hurt I have,
Stroking the tears away.

Listening to my weeping,
He reassures me that I,
Am his.