The Woman.

Every night
I look intently at the woman
On the other side of the glass
And I make peace with her.
She has done me no wrong.
She is not my enemy.
Every night
I study her eyes,
Wise though weary
And I wish her nothing but calm
And rest.
I wish I could tell her
Not to worry so much
I wish I could tell her to breathe.
So I have begun to.
I think we will be
Great friends.