Help Her

Sleepy mornings,
Weary nights.

Days and weeks,
Roll like flashing lights.

She looks up,
Tired and sore.

His thoughts trail back,
To night before.

He wants to help her,
Where he can.

To run the course again,
That he once ran.

To help her,
If she would talk to him.

Than hold it in,
And fill up to the brim.

He wants her,
To pour it out.

He wants to hear and help,
There is no doubt.

But he can't,
keep on the questioning.

As he knows,
She hates the pestering.

He wishes he could,
Read her mind.

All her problems,
He could find.

But because he can't,
He has a request.

That she holds back,
She should bequest.

So that he can help her,
Looking into her eyes.

And watch her problems,
Say their silent goodbyes.

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