I see you there, lost and alone
Or perhaps not, perhaps
You are fine and this is my mind,
Playing tricks, seeing in your face
A reflection of my pain,
This place of empty hurt
I see you there, and I want
To take your hand, to reassure you
That life will treat you kinder,
But perhaps what I truly want
Is just for you to reach out and
Give me that courage I lack
I want to hold you, pull your
Weary body close, give you
Warmth and radiance and hope;
Or is it me who needs that touch?
A gentleness, to ease my fears,
To sate that lonely longing
Is it you, or is it me?
I wonder, as on my own I sit,
Pining for your face, hoping
I can one day squeeze your hand,
Thoughts racing as I think of a touch
That I know will never be
For you are you, and I am me
On your face, those troubled lines
Are nothing but my bitter shadow,
An unfaithful echo, and
I’ll leave you now so that I may
Not scar your features further