Diagnosis – A dialogue.

I can see an end.
I see it in your face.
I see it in your eyes;
the things you don’t say.

The things you don’t say.
I see pain in your eyes,
I see pain in your face.
I can’t say sorry.

He can’t say sorry.
Sorry is meaningless,
confronted with nothing.
It’s not his to say sorry.
it’s my own diagnosis.