Today was better than yester,
but my wounds just seem to fester.

Being so close and yet so far,
I bottled my emotions up inside a tiny jar.

They do not stay bottled up for long,
but if I do not keep them there something may go wrong.

I try to be myself when my other half is so distant and lost.
It is like I must remain cold like the winter’s frost.

All I want is to be there for the time of need.
Incapable of doing so makes me bleed.

Not of blood, but of pain and sorrow.
I can only hope for a better tomorrow.