The look in his eyes,

His worry, his fear.

Unable to enjoy your own triumphs with the dread of his failure.

Can we get through this together?

Can we hold tight through the fork in the road if it all falls apart?

We hope the path does not fork, that the difficulties do not arise.

Waiting, waiting, waiting for the letter in the mail.

Waiting to see if a cyclone is about to hit,

Or if we can just exhale.