Beneath Your Shade, And Waiting

In the wake of a renaissance
I hold on to you, closely.

but you don't see that.

You're vision is impaired
Toward me.
While I lean toward you.
Unseen.

I hide in the silence
And wonder..

There is nothing else I can do or say
to try and repair you.

Constantly I glare into you're eyes
And give you words you lack of hearing.

But you are also deafened by it all.
Im standing right here, not wanting to say goodbye.
Abiding as long as I possibly could...
You are so far off into another distance.

So far off into another land.
I am entirely here.

I just don't know how to get you here, with me.