When I asked you
what could I do
to help, I knew you would say,
“I’m okay,”
with a frown on your face
that I have to fix—not for your
sake but for mine because if you continue
to wear this expression,
I will soon match it. So I play
comedian, amending sad eyes for
bright moments, but the weight still
rests heavy on your back, bringing you
down. I want to help. So
I ask you what’s wrong, without
asking “what’s wrong,” because
that brings us back to the beginning.
Whatever it is, I can be your guide
through overgrown woods, though I
do not know the trails well. Even still,
let me offer my limited knowledge.
And when you still are sad,
I will lend you my eyes to
show you the world I see, but
more specifically, how you stand out amongst it all.
I see you
all your beauty and tears,
your kindness and misery,
and quite how amazing all of it is.
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