Holding Empathy's Hand

I spent an hour walking in your footsteps, two days inside your tender heart, a week beside you failing and still I could not lift, impart: You truly were forgiven. Your guilt had traveled long ago to parts unnamed and conquered by the boy you were, and don't you know... You ran a million miles. You empathized with every man and brought to mind discovery of foreign seas and sights and land. I spent an hour in the mirror, two days inside my thoughts of you, a week beside myself with grief, for what else could I truly do?