David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
But What Can You Do
For P. and S.
Who will know what I mean.
It is always sad when you hear
of a romance that has withered,
of two hearts that held a flame
that burned so bright.
Now flickers with only dying embers light.
You look on from the sidelines
knowing there is nothing you can do,
except to comfort both of them.
You cannot imagine
the pain they are going through.
You feel so helpless,
but what can you do?
7 January 2008
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