Pain
Sitting together
Yet apart
A round table
Between
Us.
I see a man
I do not recognize
He slumps in his chair
Stopping in the middle
Of an irrational sentence.
I curse
The empty bottle
In the desk drawer
For taking my friend away
And leaving this man instead.
I feel
His pain
And want to reach out
But the distance
Is too great.
So I just sit
With tears in my eyes
That refuse to fall
And I do
Nothing.
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