Heart

one day there's nothing you can do
sit on your hands, they will not work
their mothering
after all there is something quite beyond you
there's no cure
in your shoebox of medicines on that high shelf
someone's skinned heart's out of reach
accept it now
no amount of yearning for the salve
will change this, make it better
take the lump in your own throat
it can't be moulded to a game, a treat
just stand by and hope and watch
it doesn't ruin him