I watch you. I watch your heart grow heavier with every tear. How many away from goodbye are you now? How could your limbs bare the weight of my indecision any longer? I wonder if your eyes sting from the times you held back your tears so I could have mine. I know each frustrated sigh is followed by a spoon full of doubt to wash down the unbearable feeling of "maybe he will never be what I need".

*djm