Heartrend

Every time I sit next to you, every time I walk with you, there's a feeling that burns inside. An electricity that won't stop. Every time a tear appears on your cheek, I want to hold you tight. Every time you close your eyes and look so peaceful, I want to hold your hand to let you know I'm there.

But I can't, and my heart breaks every time. Just a little longer. Just a little further. Maybe. I hope. I hope nothing goes wrong. In the darkness of the night I cry out silently to the walls that hold me in,

"WHY?"

The still, soft response is,

"Now you know how I feel for every person who tries to do this alone."

And it broke my heart all over again.