[duet]

vi

what a curse it is -
to feel,
not just what you feel,
but what others feel;
and to know when they are
        { sad happy mad }
and to know how to make them
        { sad happy mad }
but to be unable and useless.

i cry tears for your despair, even as
you beg to sink beneath the waves of it,
to drown and forget.

i would let you go, but i cannot
find the anchor; so i pull on the rope
uselessly,
i pull on the endless rope,
searching for the end that never comes.

it's a loop that never ends; a circle of dreaded infinity.