Its time....

There he stands
Head in hands
Miserable and defeated
Not like the old him proud and conceited

I want to ease his pain
Make it all mine
I want to shower him with affection
And show him the depth of my love so divine

But he stands there
Fragile and weak
Im afraid to break him
He runs his hand through his hair so sleet

I grimace with the move
Feeling it on my flesh
He has nothing to prove
I know that and I want him so bad

I know that now
I know that now
But I had to cause him that pain
Back then it seemed there was much to gain

I step closer
And inhale the sweet salty scent of his hair
I run my fingers through it
Savoring the touch seeing if I could bear

I step back abruptly
Kiss him gently on the cheek
I smile and whisper
Im sorry , You ask for too much my dear