Sonnet II

Whenever I am near to you, my friend,
I sit complete, heart full of grace and peace.
A whispered hope falls as the winds increase.
I grasp that hope I pluck from off the wind,
And pray to God that moment will not end.
But soon, too soon for me, your musings cease.
Too soon that fragile hope I must release,
And all my cherished dreams unbend.
I straighten out my thoughts to form goodbyes,
I wish you well as you move on once more,
I watch your mouth as you tell me farewell.
But then I dare to look into your eyes.
I see you're full and happy at your core,
And what is it I find there but my hell?