I see the weight you try to soo hard hide,
the tired waves you hold inside.
And heart ache to pull you near,
I silent my steps, I suppress my fear.

There’s thunder deep inside my chest,
a plea that cannot come to rest.
And though I try to stay composed,
your distance leaves my spirit closed.

You've gotten colder, soft, withdrawn—
like misty air before dawn.
Your heart is full, your mind a blaze,
and I am feeling lost within your maze.
...Are you ok darling? Can I help?