Poem #58: Dear

Dear 

Running, you cry out and 

whimper. I hurry to your side, but 

you can't tell me what hurts.

Your sweet brown eyes 

gaze into the distance, 

unseeing, focused inward. 

My heart breaks, but

you can't tell me what's wrong.

In seconds, you fall to pieces,

centered and still in an 

unfamiliar, ominous way that 

leaves me shaken and frightened, but

you can't tell me what you need.

Dear one, 

     your innocence touches me,

     your devotion thrills me,

     your love warms me, but 

I can't tell you how it hurts.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Poem #58: Dear