Sometimes, when it’s all you can do just to touch another’s pain,
they’re still miles away from your comprehension.
If one person’s experience is so unique, so untouched,
what else can you do but listen while they bleed out their heart,
singing a swan song to the sky?
When all your endeavours to take away their pain
would amount to nothing, accomplish nothing,
the finality of circumstance the stony destination of all Rome's roads,
you have to take a step back from the brink of disaster,
and save yourself, giving thanks for hope.
If all else is lost, unknowable, or damned to feeble empathy,
take heart in the unknowable. Not all is lost.
What comes next around that street corner may be death;
it may be a second chance for you and yours.
In chance lies comfort, strength, and hope.
Thank the laws of nature for our shortsightedness.
