you're weak

i know your limbs are weak

i can see you trying to pull yourself up

others look at you and see the clear physical capability

they get confused

they say, why do they let go so soon

again, again, again!

and you stay there, for hours

not for them, nor me

your weak limbs

your broken wrists

my friend, i sense something behind closed screens

the other day you fell defeated, said you could no longer fly

you pointed out something missing

but your wings

they have withered, you see,

and though you wrap them around your body

a coldness still, it holds your skin

how do I know? 

it's because when we sat, you, and me

i heard you whispering

words from the song i myself breathe to sleep,

"they go, i stay, for this will stolen, my soul in recession"

but i haven't seen your face

my friend, it's been a week

and i worry, i worry

come, show yourself,

however you be

because you know i love you

and all that you fail to be