I look out the glass
clearing my head
contemplating
he wonders if something is wrong
I'm quiet at dinner
appreciating ambiance
he wonders why I'm distant
I disagree with his futile attempts
to take me on adventure

I need to feel safe

but he wonders how we are so different
I weep - alone - but he hears
he wonders what he has done
his intentions are pure
his feelings hurt
but why can't he see - if I can't handle myself, how will I ever handle him.