I Saw You Hanging by a Thread

I saw you burst into the room.

Confident, as you always be.

Arms opened wide.

Eyes twinkled bright.

Your presence alone radiated happiness.

***

You greeted everyone in the room,

with your voice that was like a glass of champagne.

Light, fresh, enlivening

People turned their heads toward you,

full of smiles and admiration,

and greeted you back.

***

You seemed to fit in perfectly.

You'd carved for yourself a special place

inside people's hearts.

You make everyone look up to you.

***

I look up to you.

***

But I'm afraid,

you're way too perfect

at almost everything,

including hiding your own tears.

***

Or maybe it's us who are too ignorant and selfish

to see the glinting tiredness in your eyes

and helplessness in your curved lips,

to decipher what you really want

what you really feel

***

Who's to blame then?

No one is.

The course of the human heart is way too complicated.

We all are fools

when it comes to understanding each other

***

But do know that,

when you are hanging by a thread,

we want to hold your arms,

pull you up,

and stand by your side.

***

So when darkness creeps inside you,

and you don't feel like smiling

or greeting anyone in the room,

we will still turn our heads toward you

and open our arms wide.

(PT)