No More To Give

A voice on the phone from so far away. A friend faces ruin. he's hit the wall! He climbs into my head, hoping he may find some little drawer of magic in all our shared memories, or unexpected door of insight opened to solve his situation. It's an unrewarded search in which we both clumsily devolve into clichés and find ourselves tripping over old patterns. I want to help but just short of his condition am stepping away in fear, with nothing to give but guilt of my uselessness. So some bracing words, and hope for better hide ominous chords.