Stolen

You missed training to sleep
You looked so gray and tired
It was so unusual of you, it's almost obvious that you're not feeling well

If I was another girl, I would have been angered by your absence
Probably the lack of courtesy to say you just text you won't go
The negligence there is that you didn't tell me until I've finished
The anticipation for you that afternoon when you never came
But looking at your eyes, so sad and worn
I couldn't say anything anymore.

I understand.
I'm not your girlfriend
(at least not yet?)
I'm not the type who asks for too much, if that is to a fault
You get drained of her vibrance and wit
At her sunshine and beauty.

At times you just wanted to sit down under a tree
Under a darkening canvass of clouds,
Talking honestly of your emotions--your feelings of not being special these days
Your thought that you are not appreciated by people
Or your insights of insignificance
That are not true.

I understand you.
Looking at the melancholy of your eyes moved me
I wanted so much to hug you, even as a friend
If there is anyone in the world who loves you, it is me
Without being romantic.

You look up at me with an extra spark...
Almost like a flickering candle in the wind
Which I was cupping with my hands so as to preserve for long

When you look at me.
You glance at the colors of her life but you feel more black and white

You can find comfort in me
In my voice, in my warmth and touch
I am here for you.