Powerless
Sitting alone at my desk,
Soft light warm against my face,
Strand of long rusty hair resting on my breast pocket
beside the dry tears:
A gentle reminder of my love, of her sorrow.What could I do to comfort her?
How could I ease her pain?All I could do was hold her -- reassure her;
All I could do was listen and try to bear her up.She leaned her weary head against my breast.
I cupped her tear-drenched cheek beside my heart
And searched in vain for just the words to say.How I wish I could do more...
How I wish I could end her pain...
How I wish I could rectify her world.