They both feel helpless.
But they each seek their own roles.
They have to find a way to cope.
To soothe their shattered souls.
He wants to take away her pain.
And make her safe once more.
She wants to share her tears with him,
Bare herself to the core.
He wants to make it better,
And he wants to be assured
That everything will be ok,
that their love has endured.
She wants to talk some more about
Their child that has died.
He thinks he's done something wrong
And that is why she sighed.
She's crying once again,
And she won't get out of bed.
He sees her journal perched atop
All those books she's read.
She sees him start new projects,
Go to work and watch t.v.
She wonders how he does it,
Where he gets the energy.
But sometimes, there's a moment
When they're both on the same plane..
Sometimes, for just a moment,
Their grief seems just the same.
It's in those small shared moments
that they need so very much
That they find each other reaching,
that they find each other's touch.
