Us

We see each other.

Each one aware of the other's melancholy.

We observe.

Knowing the boisterously happy glimpses are few and far between.

We watch.

Carefully, from the sidelines.

Craving the support we are so reluctant to offer.

We whisper our misdeeds,

and yell our made-up happiness.

We can imagine when the other might be breaking

in silent rooms and dark places.

We hope

we aren't as far gone as the other.

We listen

to the unvoiced grief in between the letters.

We see each other

struggling and pretending to be in control.

And yet,

we only see each other.

~Khyati