I am NOT what you think I am

Come to me, wherever you are
Sit by my side, tell your story
I ran out of mine, some time ago
Your voice, soft and sweet
Like the one of October's
I have no words to comfort you
No hands to caress, no eyes to cry
No energy at all, to try to ease your pain
But time, I have plenty...

I will listen to you, like no one else ever did before
I will listen to the words, unspoken
Thoughts, unsaid, places and people, long forgotten
You'll find a deep well in my eyes,
Or a mirror, revealing more than just your reflection
But beware, as I never forget
So neither will you...