I thought I was deep,

like no one could see,
That things weren’t as good as I’d like to believe.
I learned that from you,
to hide in plain sight.
You drink, I run;
Two forms of flight.
I thought you were sober,
At least more than before.
Your broken smile should’ve been my yellow light that day at the beach.
To yield, and question,
before returning to shore.
But you’re doing your best; 
I see you’re hoping for more.
I see you, I see you
Just as you are.
I love you, I love you
As I pray from afar.