Soulful Guardian

Feeling your stress through our connection, 

As though it were my own.

Struggling to fight my natural need to soothe you...

Knowing you are out of my reach.

The torture is sensing when you need me

And being helpless in the face of it.

Longing to assuage your mind by whatever means necessary, 

Whether in my arms or merely talking through your uneasiness. 

Exhausting myself to the point of blissful black oblivion

To dull my protective instincts. 

Still, I would always choose this over the option of you missing from my life.