Osmosis

This mantle does not fit me well,
for it is fashioned from your pain, not mine.
Sitting atop my shoulders uncomfortably,
it makes its presence known in quiet moments.
My heart aches, uselessly—
longing to fix that which I do not fully comprehend.
There is no need to explain:
the silences between your words
have settled upon me,
surrounded me and occupied my waking hours.
If only my compassion would reach you likewise;
a protective cloak to surround you,
unbidden and silent.