Virtually vacant eyes cried
Knees buckled at his side
Dishevelled and hopeless
Except for his tattered sign

And me feeling just fine
In the safety of my cosy life
Except the mingled tears
That understood his fears

And drying salted tracks
Made fresh by hard facts
Where memories invade
Until fantasy truly cracks

The question I pondered
How do each of us cope?
Where the only difference
Is this single shred of hope

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