I will not critique, you,
When you seem weak, sorry
there I go, oh I do not know,
I thought that you were stronger,
than this dark cloud that, I
see hanging over your head.

Sometimes, I am what is wrong,
with your mental health, I do not
want to bankrupt the currency, your
wealth, for you may be in the black,
sigh... instead of what I see or feel, the red.

This is so **** hard, I love you, I support
you, and I know it is not fair, what you go
through, whether or not I am there.
Be assured of this we made a vow, THAT,
is where we are now and will always be,
for eternity.

You have more creativity, beauty and
a softness about you and all I can do
is to rail against the harsh reality that
you dove into a pool where I cannot wade,
not that I may drown, but I will try to swim
with a shovel or a *****.

Paddling my empty boat with holes,
or pushing in shallow water with barbed poles,
instead you need me to sit or write or occupy my
self, instead I call you fragile and place you on
a shelf.  Alone.

So, I am sitting, I am listening, waiting.