My.Missus

Have you ever looked at yourself

and didn't recognize who you were?

Its more than a look in the mirror one morning

and seeing a blemish that wasn't there before.

A true look inside. 

Missing something?

Where is the person that use to be there?

I know with maturity, difference is expected.

It's just so dark and the person I see is faded.

Head down, arms wrapped around her knees.

Written all over the walls of my heart is 

"Help Me"

The moment she lifts up her head

I see the line of tears imprinted upon her face.

She seems like she is barely alive

I search for a pulse, but its faintly there.

I look deep into her eyes...

and I'm back here.

Head down, arms around my knees.

Moisture on my cheeks.

"Help me" 

written all around me.