Despondent

While your despondent eyes 
were cast downward, 
I glanced at you as you held my hand. 
 
Solemnly you watched as your pale finger rhythmically rubbed the soft skin 
alongside the base of my thumb. 

Your gaunt stare immediately 
imprinted itself into my mind, 
haunting me as a witness 
to pure hopelessness. 

We sat there together if only for a moment... 

My words stifled. 

Your silence deafening.