In His Sorrow

I see, I hear, I feel him in his sorrow. My heart sees, the pain he tries to hide, behind the smile. My heart hears, the anguish in his voice, as he speaks. My heart feels, the heartache he suffers, with his loss. The love that was to be forever, true, and unconditional is gone. The heart and soul perishes with every breath taken. Memories, of that love, are the only thing left. I had no one's heart to see, hear, or feel my cries for comfort when I needed it the most. My heart surrenders to him what I needed so desperately. My heart knows the misery a soul can possess when the suffering continues to dwell within. Happiness and laughter turned to tears. Tranquil sleep turned to restless nights. Trust, that was never doubted, is now an anxiety that the mind doesn’t seem to rest. Questions of why and how exhaust your every thought and remain unanswered. Pain builds a wall of protection. To keep out whoever dares to come too close. Anger stirs within ready to lash out at the first word that just doesn’t seem to sound right. The emotions, of your heart and mind, fluctuate its ups and downs. My Dearest Jim. I give you my ears to listen. I give you my shoulder to weep upon. You are not alone. I am here faithfully. With open arms to give you the comfort that I needed once so desperately. I see, I hear, I feel him in his sorrow.