Through This Storm

She saw it in his eyes,

Behind his uncertain smile

Was the nervousness

Akin only to a timid child.

But he never left her side,

Holding her hand gently,

She dozed and woke again,

The chair was empty.

He stood by the window

Searching for a falling star,

Or anything as viable

To make a wish on for her.

He turns to her to speak

Trying to hide his fears,

And finds her quietly crying

Her face wet with tears.

Holding her in an embrace,

Allowing her to express

What they both feared

While feeling so desperate.

Maybe it was possible

With him through this storm,

To get safely to the other side,

Hurting, but with no further harm.
Ria 2016