You sit, unresponsive
As I tear myself apart
Raging against the machine of my body
and the treadmill of my life
Crippled in this skin
by the limitations of mortality
that I can't be part of your past
and I have doubts about the future
Finding photographs
I compare myself
Harsh as bright sunlight
on an aging face
And you watch, without touching,
without helping,
as I tangle myself further
in this net of feeling