What's Wrong

Hope

as i sit down

you wait with hot chocolate

steaming in a white mug

i asked you

why it took so long

so long to come back to me

and you smile, oh so sweetly

with crinkles in your eyes

and white hair smoothing your head

you spoke barely audibly

but i saw it in your blue eyes

when your skin, stretched taut

relaxed again

and your fragile fingers brushed me

i heard it in your kindness

which i hadn't heard of

in a long time

you tell me

that you were always there

i just needed to believe in you

I'm surprised I had written such a peaceful/happy(?) poem. hm. Today is just a new day I 'spose.