An emotionless face
Untouched by joy or pain
sitting in a bland office
Waiting for his guest
She enters the room and pulls up a seat
His piercing gaze
drilling into her mind
She looks into his eyes
But cannot find her husband
A tear wells up in her eyes
As her husband is lost
She begins to scream
The man stays still
Face remains still
Like a cold statue
She grabs his shirt and shakes him around
She sits in her seat and cries
As the tears hits the floor
The man feels his cold heart warm up
He gets out of his seat
And holds his wife
And in her ear he whispers
I'm sorry for being me
