Torrent

We are both on this boat you and I,
floating on the same current.
I see you stand there, try to deny
that we travel together. It is a torrent
of emotions, watching this water pass.
You don't see, but I gaze
after you and falter all the time.
Maybe it is a phase
we are going through, blindness
and pining, what an unbalanced pair.
Why don't you see, caress my thoughts
and comfort them? It might be fair,
since I hide form you.
I don't want to hide though,
and you no longer want to be blind.
I guess we need a weight.