I saw the struggle
In the curve of your spine
When I opened that door
all my stress converged
for what you'd maybe done
But what I saw perhaps still worse
You're life flooded from your body
Pajamas for surrender, not comfort
You wouldn't show me your face
Quick, short, snappy remarks
How could one blunder
effect you so much
Yet here you are
ashamed and broken
Crouching down to take it all in
I ask to please let me help
The two words you muttered
stuck to me so
"no thanks"
With my charm wasted
and smile spent
I ask for your embrace
and you agree to it
Wrapping my arms
I bring your heart toward mine
but feel your lead body
grow more and more distant
You tell me to leave
And I of course do
Not man enough yet
To face you in your plight
I catch the first train
at the nearest station
and hang my head
weeping
weeping
for what you've become
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