I'm not so good
At sweet sympathy
I see your crestfallen face
My darling, desolate heart
My soul cries out for you.

Though I try,
My attempts are veiled by
An apathetic mouth that betrays
An empathetic mind
My feeble attempts at comfort
Are overshadowed
By your natural solicitude
And concern for my steady stream of
"Problems"
I ache to be there for you
But once again, I am reminded
Of my extensive shortcomings

And suddenly I've done it again
...it's always about "me"