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EMPATHY
He walks into the room,
And sits down;
Back facing me,
With his head buried in his hands.
I know he's crying,
Though he'd most likely deny it.
I want to hold him,
I want to touch him,
But I can't
Because I don't even know his name,
And he doesn't know that I exist.
So all I can do is sit and watch,
Helplessly,
As his heart shatters to the floor.
