Titles are Overrated

Part 141

I wish I had the words

to say,

to make you feel better.

I wish I could take

every bad feeling

away.

You're smiling and laughing,

like the world is full of flowers

and sunshine,

instead of rubble 

and ashes.

As if it's not burning

to the ground

as we speak,

or as we don't.

Yet the moment the world is gone,

and it is just us,

you look at me with your eyes.

God,

how had I not noticed 

the sadness before?

I knew you were in pain,

but I didn't know how much

until I looked at you

for longer than a moment.

You won't let me help you,

will you?

You open up

and I try to keep you

from falling down,

but I know I can't.

You're the only one

who can.

I can tell you

to get up,

but you have to do it.

I'd do it for you

if I could.

My heart melts and cracks,

like a cold glacier

turning warm -

for you,

from your deep,

irreversible despair.

I want to tell you

that I'm sorry,

or something that'll count,

but then you change

the topic,

talk about the weather,

and all I do is let you.

And we pretend

the rain isn't

pouring down. 

a beautiful, sorry sight