There are borders
To the state of sadness
Clutching the wire
Looking at you
A tear falls and I fight the urge
To stand up
Wipe it from your eye
Because it isn’t how you escape
And even the most eloquent
Are robbed of words
By the prognoses
Promises unfulfilled
And so, unable to help,
I stand, the kettle is boiling,
And if I cannot fill the empty space
Such change leaves,
Then I will surround it
With my silence
Whisper across the barricades
Where and when I will meet you
Although i do not know the way
I will
See
You
There