Information Poem by Amelia Patterson

Your eyes...
Are trying desperately...
To confide something within me.
Yet,
You can't even look at me,
Can you?

Your head is tilted, voice
Silent, and still.
When I ask you something,
Your heads droops
Like with sudden weight.

What is it?
I am here for you,
Am I not?

I only ask because I care
For you.
Nothing you say will keep me
From remaining by your side.

Tell me, and allow
Your spirit
To be free to fly
Beside me,
As we travel the course so many have taken.

Until then, I
Await your answer
With patience
And sincerity.