We sit on the couch

As though nothing is wrong,

And I catch a glimpse of your wrist:

Diagonal white line,

Too straight, too neat,

And all too easily missed.

My mind automatically

Expects the worst

And tears spring to my eyes;

Although with all

The trouble you're in,

It should be no surprise.

Perhaps I am

Too paranoid

Or perhaps it is true,

But please keep going.

Keep going for me;

Your little girl needs you.