Teddy Bear Syndrome

Oh, here it comes again.
I get to be his fair-weather friend.
I kind of get lost in the shuffle
when he's dealing with his troubles.
Instead of reaching out to me,
I fall out of memory
and vision.

I've been here so many times before,
but I thought these times were gone for sure.

Now, I wonder, just what is my role?
Do I ignore my feelings; let them take their toll?
Why can't he realize I'm around?

I can give, give, give; and I can be there,
but that doesn't mean that he'll see the care.
They never do. You'd think I'd learn.
Instead, I continue to get burned.

There really is no right thing to do.
I shouldn't have come around 'til all was through.
If I bite my tongue and let him go as he does,
I'll go crazy from the results.

It doesn't matter what we're planning or doing,
I'm left alone and it starts stewing,
but how can I say anything when he's already stressed?
That'll just make for a bigger mess!

I don't want to cause more pain.
So, here we go again.

September 12, 1998