When you grow quiet
I grow worried.
You default to pulling away,
hiding when things are troubled
because you don’t want to burden,
don’t want to share,
don’t want to trust
others because
“That’s when you get hurt.”
I would never hurt you,
Could never hurt you.
I adore you beyond reason,
beyond logic
in ways we can’t explain.
But I do.
And when you withdraw,
I worry about you.