I hope I could write—
the misery in your eyes;
the grief in your trembling lips
as you fear to speak.
I hope I could write—
the weakness in your knees;
the burden on your shoulders
as you face the door and leave.
I hope I could write—
the care in your touch;
the softness of your voice
as you comfort others than yourself.
I hope I could write—
the smile on your face;
the laugh you made behind your pain
as you defy to everyone.
But Im lacking
in your magnificence.
