Tortured

I listen to you
as I have for years
at night when you sleep,
the sounds you make

I grieve for your pain
unable to understand
confused
and alone

The frustration
of misunderstanding,
of why happiness can't find you
Reminds me of her

It feels so wrong
for perfect happiness
to keep company
with such inexplicable misery

I wonder why
my own sadness
pales in comparison
to yours

I suppose it's because
I know I will survive
that I'll be fine
as I've always been

But you --
you're not well
and I can't know
the depths of your soul

Are you there?
Will this pass?
Love should be enough
But is it, this time?