• I can see you now.
    I can see bags under your eyes from exhaustion.
    I can see a tinge of red in your eyes.
    I can see your lips frozen in a grimace.
    I can see the line permanently etched on your forehead,
    And your lowered eyebrows casting a shadow upon your saddened face.

    You won't look at me.
    You won't even raise your eyes from the old floorboards beneath us.
    You probably don't have the strength to.
    There are dried tear streaks running down your cheeks.
    They seem to be making paths for the new tears lining the bottom of your eyes.

    I want to cry with you.
    I have cried with you.
    But right now, I can't seem to.
    My emotions are frozen in time.
    I can only feel the pure guilt that is turning my blood cold,
    And making my chest ache.

    All I want to do
    Is hold you,
    And comfort you.
    But doing that will only make things more painful.

    The sun is setting outside.
    The room is tinted an orange color.
    The furniture casts long shadows about the room.
    The dog in the corner is sleeping soundly.
    He needs to stay here.
    He needs to heal his master.
    I know I can't.

    I will the pain tomorrow,
    When I am gone from this place.
    It's for the best.
    Staying here a moment longer
    Will only splinter his spirit more.
    Besides,
    It's my fault he's falling apart,
    Sitting here in front of me.

    I hurt him.
    I pierced his loving heart,
    And turned it black.
    My actions turned him cold.
    My mistakes gave him tears.

    And my greedy heart pushed him away.

    I could only put my hand on his shoulder once,
    And whisper a quiet apology,
    As I picked up my bag,
    And walked out on the broken man in the chair.