He stands there, saying nothing while his eyes betray the fear in him
It must be killing him, she thinks. Her heart longing to share in his agony
But she knows that as in countless times before, he will not let her get close
And even as she takes a step forward, she can already see the walls closing in…
Which makes her hesitate mid-stride as she realizes the futility of it all
Maybe another day and time when he finally learns to see a friend not a foe
The tree will bear fruit and she will no longer contend with the barrenness.