Titles are Overrated

Part 165

You don't know what 

to say to them.

You wish you could dry

the tears from their eyes,

and take all the pain away.

But you can't.

You can only watch,

words leaving you -

just like them.

It's your deepest fear,

isn't it?

You can't stand to see

another person go,

not when you've already lost

yourself.

Your head is light

from always having

to let go.

The world spins

and it falls,

scraping your knees,

bruising your bones.

You must wipe your own tears,

my darling.

For who else will?

come to such a pretty pass