Lullaby

I see the pain behind your eyes despite you declaring that you’re fine.  I cherish the privilege of witnessing the narrative you tell yourself to go on each day. You don’t need rescue; you need an ear to hear the lullaby you sing to renew your commitment to a life less than you deserve.  Perception is deceptive, particularly our own about ourselves.  I’m reluctant to stay in this role you assign, to co-author this lullaby because I miss you when you were awake and alive.