You slide your wrinkled eyes to the other side
Thankfully

If you had turned to grasp my hand, to share a part of your thrown apart heart

I would crumble and stack
all of your emotions onto my bruised back

A waterfall could leave my heated eyes
Being only the youth of the overwhelming stream
Because the emotions you bear in this place so rare
Run too deep for them not to seep onto the keening edge

To reach the end of the never ending stream
Would leave none of you or even me
Just a torn apart wall in between