Being, Feeling, Caring

Being… Feeling… Caring.

Being there beside you,

Your hand in mine, assuring you, I am always there.

To confide, to help, console, love and hold.

There is the feeling, your soft hair, kind smile, cute laugh, glowing personality. You leave me breathless.

Unable to comprehend,

The ecstasy of living that moment.

Having you beside me.

Then there is that caring.

Those deep conversations,

The patience to listen, to you, and me.

That caring look, kind compassion.

Your unparalleled kindness, that I unintentionally betray, through my insecurities, worries. My past.

If you would be there for me? I do not know. I only hope.

I know I would always be there for you.

How do I?

That being, loving and caring.

I love to be with you, love to make you feel special, feel wanted, feel as though someone cares.

That’s an unconditional promise I leave you.

My promise of being… loving… and caring.

Those Dark Questions We Don’t Ask

Those dark questions we don’t ask,

We avoid,

Hiding from the dark,

The demons we wished we had not known.

Turning away when the question stares.

Running away before the question follows.

There is no escape as the question goes, wherever you go.

The question makes the world you know.

That dark question.


It knows all.

Sees all.

Waits for you.

Always waiting.

For that answer you promised.

There is always a time.

That question needs an answer.

Before the end.

Echo of You

The echo of you, that you leave me with.

That echo of you, burned into my mind, etched onto my skin.

An inescapable echo of my feelings, both the past and the present.

The ever-asked questions,

Being left answerless.

Left alone in the solitude of the darkness.

That is, the cost of being,

The cost of living,

The cost of caring.

Putting someone else first,

One you hold dear,

Making your life, less bearable, to make theirs more so.

Hiding your pain, to make them smile.

This pain, the hurt.

Maybe it is worth it, to make your day,

To make you smile.

No matter the darkness I find myself,

Know that the echo of you lives on in my mind.

Gives me something to hold on to.

When darkness is all else that is left.