I sit

I sit with you, and you smoke a cigarette, 

and you stare into space,

and you sit there with that demure look upon your face.

You sit there with your hair a little wet, 

but there is something wrong today,

and I cannot quite figure out what it is,

and you smile at me and try to hide your pain, 

and it is not a look that I can forget,

because pain is so deep inside of you,

that it overwhelms you I can tell,

and there are tears in your eyes,

and your thoughts well, they give you hell,

and your tears are ready to burst as if a steady waterfall,

and I hold your hand and I try not to make things worse,

for the look you give it saddens me, 

I have never seen so much sadness in you,

and the sadness in you it cuts me to the quick,

and I know your heart is aching,

but over what it is I do not know,

but it makes you sick, 

and you cry but you will not say why,

but here we are,

you and I,

you with tears in your eyes and subject to such emotions.

And here,

sat in front of you I feel every ounce of your pain.

I feel your suffering ride over you like waves,

again, and again and again,

and I wish I could change the situation, 

but you will not explain,

you will not explain, and I hold you in my arms,

and I love you and I will always will,

and I will love you through any pain,

yes, I will be there,

I will be there whenever I am called, 

and I will be there no matter what,

to spite the tears that fall like rain,

and I will be there,

I will be there to ease your pain.

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