There's so much sadness 
Stored in your body.
Too much sorrow
For such a little
Body to try
To contain.
It flows out of you.
Out of your nose,
Your eyes
Your throath.
Sadness paints
The canvas of your face.

I am a spectator,
Unable to change.
I watch and feel,
Tender brushstrokes
on my skin.
Mirroring the image
Laid before me.

Am I not you?
Are we not each other?
Sadness on your face,
Means for me 
The same case.
Connected by more than just genes,
Our emotions are in tune 
with each other.
Your sadness means mine
as mine means yours.

So let all that cannot be contained
Flow freely down your face.
For I,
Your unknown friend,
That has yet no name,
Will be there to hold
You through it,
To the very end.