I watch as you peer in time to time run careful fingers over your face whilst the rest of the world has shaky hands
I watch as you dance freely door sealed as the dulcet spirit of the unwatched occupies your soul
I watch as you cry tears so vile they uproot you tear you down crestfallen ruins on the carpet
I watch as you laugh the laugh of the effusive seven year old frivolously swaying in the unserious grass
I watch as you talk into me criticizing the psyche feeding the fastidious voice that fills the gaunt hollows of your being
I watch as you return to mother embracing together the worn and niche blanket who is molded to your infantile shape effacing all that is dishonest
I watch as you stare intently into the esoteric eyes of your own overanalyzing until the dark of the pupil and grey of the iris turn murky and lost
and then I watch
as the seven year old dies along with the dancing and laughter as anguish assumes its position dead center in front of me
how I wish I could reach out place a soothing hand over the grey eyes and say βit is better not to seeβ placate the pain recall the sturdy roots only formed by relentless wind remind you of the balmily warm blanket and caring mother
oh, how I wish
but alas, as you fall apart I can only do what I have always done