Isolated

When you told me of your years of isolation,
I felt a wave crashing over,
As that is not the first time I’ve heard that,
And I have friends with the pain and self-loathing
Still happening now,
Not as something in the past.

And to cry for you for those years is nothing,
And to say that I am sorry is nothing,
And to wish for you life and hope and joy,
While true, is also nothing.

I wish I had more than tears and words and wishes.