empathy does not have hands.
neither does sympathy
have lips.
the touch contemplated is not the kind
that gives the birth of conflict
or scandal that which is based
on malice
or molestation of the innocent bleeder
or the soul that walks on the ship's corridor
screaming
for help,
you ask how do you do the touch
and where
the gentle tap on the shoulder
the handshake
the soothing words of comfort
and condolences
like a shower of rain to the
roses that have not felt the water
for weeks
straight from your heart
right in my heart.
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