Silent Tears

Two people in pain,
But in two different kinds--
He cries for her
But she's of a different mind.

He has brought her pain,
In many different ways--
The one thing she wants
Is nothing more than freedom

Cirsumstances happen,
And salt is added to his wound;
She cannot console him-- awkward, and
For fear of giving him false hope.

She sits back and watches,
And cries her silent tears for him--
On the outside she is cold
But inside she cries with him.

And later he will throw up to her,
Her coldness on this day--
And she will sit as always,
Stoic and silent...

As she waits... 
For the next storm to pass.