Through the window, I watch.
The light draws me in.
I see as she mourns.
I cannot get in.
Empathy is impossible,
For I have been drained.
If I could feel, it would hurt.
I want to feel pained.
As I sit at his window,
As I watch life go by,
I think she is healing,
But there's no light in her eye.
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