siphon

i asked the girl, “why are you still here?” and she looked up at me and never said a single word. sometimes, it’s real easy to see the words pour out of someone’s eyes than search for their meaning in uttered sounds. i scooped her up and held her close. “this way,” i said, “this way, i’ll feel exactly what you feel.”

the snow began to fall and it melted as it touched her warm, warm cheeks. it touched my own and the snow hung and froze, like that very moment…frozen in my mind, frozen for life. the snow kept falling and they became tears on her face. i stood there, holding her, begging to feel anything, wishing her tears were mine.

the girl sobbed soft, soft sobs and buried her face to my neck. i held her close, closer this time. “i’ll take away the pain, little one,” i said, more to myself than her. she whispered between sobs, “you can’t…” and i promised myself i will try, try my hardest even if i die.

time went by and never slowed. the girl never stopped and her tears became mine. i held her close and never let go because she cried for all the pain that i cant feel and i stood strong, for all the pain that she can feel.