I wander into the room,
I wander in to see you and see you in a daze,
and of an ill-coloured hue.
I wander into the room wanting to see you,
but I had mixed emotions about you,
for you were crying on the phone,
yes, you were crying on the phone,
and did not want to be alone, but what was it,
what was the problem, something solvable or more than one,
but it did not matter to me, when you sounded so glum,
it really did not matter, and now here I am,
and into my arms you do run, into my arms you do run,
with those tears running down your cheeks,
and looking as fragile as they come,
and I hold you close, and I can your feel your heart beating,
with such fury in the state of your pandemonium,
and you look at me with those sad sad eyes,
and I, I look at you and we are as one,
we are as one as two sides of a coin,
me happier than you and you not as happy as you should be,
and what is it I ask, what is wrong,
and you open your mouth to speak, but no words will come,
no words will come, and all I can do is hold you,
and all I can do is feel you tremble in my arms,
and see you cry,
and I can tell it is going to be a long long old night,
a long old night until your tears subside,
and my work of compassion is done.