On the shoulder, you carry a star,
for you, of the heaven in your mind,
what is the story that it imparts,
is it of a loved one,
of a loved one who broke your heart,
for your eyes are glazed,
and they are as empty as your glass,
oh, what befell you, what befell you can I ask,
for your look is of fragility,
a fragility that you have not taken to task,
now, I would buy you another beer,
for you are of such a tear, but I fear,
I fear that you would disappear, forever from here,
and I do not want it,
yet, you hold it all within yourself,
for you do not like to open up,
or call for help,
so, what can I do,
but wrap my arms around your fragile shell,
for the demons in you, can only be momentarily erased,
erased by the warmth of human ways,
as far as I can tell.
