【POEMS】Accompany

I never sit beside her
Not
For a very long time
I never picture
To be close to her 
Until something quite serious happen
I reckon
I would just sit beside her quietly
As accompaniment
You see that agony on her face
Her watery eyes
Some what so different
From the indifferent poker face
I get from her every day

*

I picture a partner
That I supposedly would only have
One in mind
You would send help in emergency
You would think of him or her in
The second of panic
That’s about it
That’s how it suppose to be
Right ?
So I tell her to reach help
From him
But no
She said
He never care that much anymore
Is it true ?

*

I was close to her before
Now too, anyway
Just she was less cheerful nearly
There were less talking between us
And it felt weird , that’s all
I thought she had some problem
And I was her opposite
I was emotionally stable, I was always in a light-hearted mood
Then I was with another girl
We were close too, just everyday acquaintance
We were alone together
But I couldn’t bring myself to speak anything
Anything.

Weird.

Awkward.

I always wonder why am I always acting unnaturally
Then I realise I was like her too.
The silence, the “everything’s fine”, the “okays”, the “no comment”
Being Nice is to avoid disaster
But sometimes being nice all the time
Made me want to smack myself in the face
Made me feel like I’d done something wrong again
Only the CD playing behind made me feel like I will always have a place to fall back to
To back off from the edge of ordeal