Empathy

Her quivering hands looked awkward to me
Considering one was in a glove
The other naked, folded on top the other
And I was curious but I knew not to speak
And I had not known her
But you could love her by her face
I had never seen such sad eyes
And generous smile gone wild
To think they should exist upon the same moment
And I still find it rare
And I think I had found in that moment
What it was to care

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