Smile slips,
Brows crease.

What thoughts do you chase,
Which I can not follow?

Where do you go
When you drift from here?

Is the grass greener,
A finer place than here and now?

Or a grim reality:
Lens dark with anger and fear?

If the former, could I see your vision?
If the latter, could I pull you back,
Had I the words?

So that hand in hand,
We are here.
Together.