You left me.
You left me and there was nothing I could do
about it.
Like when we were kids,
at the grocery store,
you said you'd be right back.
And I felt your
hand and you told me
I was fine.
Then we left
together.
You were always strong like that.
You never
worried about getting lost or going against
something bigger than
yourself.
Or at least that's how you portrayed yourself to be.
I should've seen it.
The masqueraded pain
blanketed
by bliss.
How far can a smile really go?
How long can it last?
Now all I see are empty stares
Unaware
of your surroundings,
your affect on people.
Stop trying to be perfect,
Just be yourself.
I will always be here
Waiting
waiting
patiently waiting
For you
to come back
to me.
And I can feel your hand
again
telling me everything will be
fine.
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