Connected Emotions

To the mind and soul.
Connected to our hearts.
Emotions felt to feel and them told.
Can be heard to hear.
Although can not be shared.
Or felt by others to know.

And from all of the blessings,
God gifts us to give.
The one thing to us,
From birth to experience...
Not given.
Is how we feel to make it felt,
Our emotions.
By another.
Who may give to us their sympathy expressed.
And empathy to address.
Yet emotionally connected,
They with us can not be.
Although some may come to believe,
The doing is meant to keep secretly discreet!
Not true.
Why go through describing an issue.
To hear someone say,
'I understand.'
Okay.
That to express is routinely accepted.
But what is it 'felt' that goes understood?

'Why do you keep,
How you feel away from me?
No matter how much I care about you.'

You all up in my mind.
I was just thinking...
Are you able to feel the way I feel?
About anything?

'Uh...
No.'

Are we be able to share our emotions?

'We've never done that before.
Although we have at times,
Agreed we have felt the same way.
About certain things.'

If I should pinch myself right now,
Who would feel that more?
You or me?

'Huh?
Even if we pinched each other.
At the same time?
Still we would not feel,
How the other felt.
What brought this up!?'

Remember when you borrowed,
$20 from me a few years ago.
And promised to pay me back within a week.
After I told you,
Be sure you do that.
Because I needed that money to pay a bill?

'Yes.
Go on.'

Well...
What happened?

'I can't believe you are just now,
Bringing that up!
If you needed it that bad.
Why did you give it to me in the first place?
You want to know what happened?
This is what happened...
I was on my way to pay you back.
Like I promised to do.
I drove by your house.
All the lights were off.
When I saw you were burning candles.

So...
I thought you were setting up,
To have a romantic candlelight dinner.
Knowing how you like your peace.
Quietly to keep.
To do your thing.
And I spent that $20 believing,
The bill you had to pay...
Was for a low budget intimate night.
Then I drove away thinking,
That to do would be alright with you!'

'And...
You honestly felt that way?'

'Yeah.
Why would anyone,
On a full Moonlit night.
Curtains pulled wide-open.
And start to light candles?'

Maybe to get more light in the rooms,
Where that 'anyone' lives?
Because their electricity had been turned off.
Along with their landline telephone.
And cable!

'Wow.
What a vivid imagination you have.
Nothing like that,
Would have ever crossed my mind!
I'm gonna use that excuse myself one day!
That's a good one too.'