I Can Tell
I can tell when you are upset; when your ego is bruised or your brain confused. When you are beginning to fret.
I can tell, because you grow cold; your words lack zest and your smiles seem to rest. When, once upon a time, your eyes would have told.
I can't see you right now; I'm oh so very far away and light has faded from day. When I was there, these cues would show.
I can still tell you are upset; I can tell so very easily dear for it makes me fear. When your words grow cold, I can't help but fret.