I return her gaze with a gentle stare
My fingers glide across the glass between us
Only a thin layer of glass between my world and hers
Her pain and mine
I look into her eyes, and search them with mine
The light in them is dim from sorrow
They tell a desperate story of loss and love in a single glance,
But there is also a glimmer of hope,
Like a star in the darkest of nights
Her red stained cheeks are a ghost of tear's past
A waterway for the utmost sorrow to trickle down her face
She is a friend
A gentle companion in the space before me
For she understands my emotion.
She weeps when I weep
The same smile lights up our faces in moments of true joy.
She is in distress when I am in mine.
When I look into her eyes
and they look back at mine,
I no longer feel alone.
