Watching his slow self-destruction,
His heart crumbling away,
I can see the pain in his eyes
And the aching in his face.
I wish I knew what to say,
What to do.
Would he let me in if I tried?
I can be his support and so much more.
A confidante,
A friend,
A lover.
His restless eyes are growing darker,
And I only hope I am not too late.