In the window,
I see you are sat of pensive mood,
with a view of the world to reflect upon,
but there is a calm in you.
But apropos of nothing, I see your world cave in,
as your eyelashes flutter,
and a tear begins to fall down your cheek,
in a suicidal act.
Now, what troubles you I wonder,
for your world is not as it should be,
and as the world passes by,
your heart, I am sure it pounds in such distress,
for it ruminates and it cogitates,
and your life, seemingly lays in ruins,
but I am a distant observer,
and I feel for you,
and I am caught up in the act,
and yes, I see your emotions and the tenderness.
I see you laid bare,
I see the gentility,
and I offer you a smile,
and you offer one back,
and you look at me,
with a look of determination and courage,
and there is a light in your eyes,
and things, things will get better I am sure,
because you are a fighter,
and by the look in your eyes,
by the look in your eyes,
you know how to bounce back.
