Talking with an old roommate

I find myself a touch nostalgic,

 even a bit morose.

So why not tell a story?

Old roommate of mine was bending my ear,

 and we dodged around certain subjects.

Now,

 just for a little context,

   both of us had lost friends in the recent pass.

We both acknowledged the loss,

 but we kept it simple.

There was a reason.

We didn't know the departed.

This brings me to a point in my ramble.

Ever notice the difference between sympathy and empathy?

Both of us at the time,

 as cold as it might sound,

   decided not to waste words.

Yes, 

 we appreciated the other's loss,

  but we couldn't feel it.

I guess that would be sympathy.

Empathy is different.

Feelings shared,

  wide open.

Bit more talkative,

 but each of us sharing memories,

  quietly.