febuary 19 2005

my sympathetic hand caresses the side of your smooth cheek.
your deep eyes burn through mine as i try to read your mind
in the way i once could before.
but, i come up empty handed. lacking even a single thought.
my fingers slowly stroke through your dark, rich hair as i attempt to feel what you are feeling
like i once could before.
but, i come up empty handed. lacking a single feeling.
i wipe away the solitary tear running down your face as i attempt to solve any and all of your problems
like i once could before.
but, i come up empty handed. without the ability to offer comfort or joy.
being empty handed.
so helpless, so eager to break free of emotions.