Frozen

He has the saddest eyes I've ever seen
--lackluster, dark, devoid of sheen.
I wonder of the pain he knew,
and when it was that he last flew.

I'm losing him; I know this well.
Only time, and time alone, will tell.
His silence grows each passing day.
His light continually fades away.

I long to reach out to stroke his hair,
but I'm afraid I'll find there's nothing there;
I'll only grasp an empty shell.
This fear I know now all too well.

He keeps the cause of his change hidden;
to attempt the truth is taboo and forbidden
I'm left to wonder and grasp at straws.
He drifts, afloat--I stand at pause.

This is our life; our daily grinds.
The push and pull of once mutual minds.
My constant tears have become my relief
while loving him has become my grief.

I struggle to move yet remain in place
much like the blankness that cloaks his face.
I know someday a shift will come
to cause us both to come undone.

But this middle ground, for now, we've chosen
We stand together; stagnant, frozen.