In the Hotel

In the hotel room
He awakes
To the sound of silent weeping
Across the room
He sees her the bed
She is sitting in, crying
Tiny gossamer tears
Make trails of sorrow
Down the apples of her cheeks
The corners of her mouth
He watches in the darkness
To help her
Afraid to
To let her know
How he feels
He sits up
And goes to her
To hold her
And kiss her
To tell her it's all alright
He gently lays her back to sleep
Where she dreams
Of wishing he even


Authoress' note: Poetry about that fear that goes both ways - the fear to share real feelings and how much it can hurt both parties involved.