Your sorrow
speaks spells
of pain
into my being.

Worried heart
lead heavy
with a wooden levy
that is ready to break,
flood everywhere,
and take
all that you have.

Your anxiety
is a clouded
day dulled
by an ache
that takes
your breaths
and replaces them
with sobbing.

Heart throbbing
with insecurity
while I long
to leap in
like twenty-two
supermen
and save your days
with brave displays
of sincere caring.

Hundreds of miles,
too many moments away,
so I cannot rush
to your side,
hold you tight,
and envelope your pain
in my love,
smothering each stressful second
with the tenderest of affection.

All I have is my super ear
and powerful heart
to listen and hear
what you need to share
whilst whispering softly
“I am still here.”