Small words exchanged
With the spaces and marks
Though nothing's changed
No longer in the dark
Now sharing thoughts
And news always there
Doesn't explain the loss
Of his despair.

Her letters so neat
Put together; no other.
But not always complete
Still stuck in her suffer
To help.  My goal.
Even though I may gain
In persisting to console
Must continue in the game.

Rules in the way
Head filled to the brim
So when appearing grey
All doubt fills him.
Second-guessing.  Incorrect?
Impossible to know.
Unable to collect
Her feelings down below.

Head over heels?
Falling indefinitely, it seems.
No control.  No appeal.
Too open by all means.