Beautiful

You stand there so silent, so still
You won't say a word so I try to fill
This uncomfortable moment with too many words
You're staring at the picture of yourself in the morgue
I slow to a stop as a tear runs down your face
Somehow I know I can't even begin to contemplate
The sallow isolation, your self-created way.

Can you see out of yourself?
Can you feel anything but our pain?
Please know I'm always here to help
Please know I feel the same.

I'll caress your pale hand and run
My delicate fingers gently through your hair
I'll wipe the cuts and take away the blood
But when I return for you will you still be there?
How long can I continue to care
For someone who's so distant he's everywhere?
For someone whose love seems to diffuse with the air?