when i look at you
i think of sadness
not that i am sad
but that i am sad for you.
when i look at you
i remember who you are
or maybe were
and it makes me sad 
you seem to be okay
better better each day
happy even some could say.
but theres something cold
tucked underneath nailbeds
the words that used to live
asleep within their own margins.
can words die on their own,
or do we choose to kill them.
gaining means giving
and your face makes me sad
as you get and give
while giving up more than you thought
i dont feel sadness because of you
but for you
i do
yet pity
is not the phrase.