A little sonder
goes a long way
in understanding you, him, her
--anyone not me;
your hands have their
own feel and peril;
your eyes, their sui generis orbit
with this world (of ours)
spinning on a differing axis;
and returning its sorrow,
its pleasure,
in an unabridged box
named after obscurities,
known only to you (not me);
the frustration of photographing
this amazing moment sets in
when I realize it already exists,
randomly,
vividly,
in every single person I daily see;
and their uniqueness
cannot be annulled.

In matters of love,
Trust your first reaction, this is the true you.

In matters of trust,
Listen to your second reaction, this is the instinctive you.

In matters of work,
Listen to your third reaction, this is the intelligent you.

In matters of doubt,
Listen to others, your mind is easily deceived.

...And this time
She didn't want him to fix her situation
She only needed him to listen carefully
To understand her feelings & emotions
without him trying to offer any solution

But his brain was like a search engine
Busy scanning and searching for answers
Thus, failing to make an emotional connection.

*******... She reached for the door
But he was wise enough to not let her go
Then he asked where he had gone wrong
With tears in her eyes, she said...
Empathy means more to her than a quick fix

And he totally agreed that he had flawed
He then listened intently to her, knodding
his head as she poured out her heart
And that night ended with a warmly hug
That's all she desired & she slept with a smile.

Empathy shall not be a rule for it could be hazardous at times.