Pain can possess
And
redouble its sorrow.
Faced
with a loss too enormous for knowing,
Feet
fail
As
backbones can’t carry the weight,
And
eyes wash the riverbanks
To
overflowing.
Silence
sits colorless,
Listens
only to itself.
No
one wants to break its spell
With
sullen gush of mindless voice.
But
grows a need for duologue,
A
word of comfort from a friend
Framed
by simple elegance,
The
proper time. The perfect choice.
“I’m
here.”
“Don’t
fear.”
“You’re
not alone.”
“We’ll
make it through this dark unknown.”
“Come
sit a while and reminisce of
All
the good times you were blessed.”
Don’t
let your thoughts in sadness dwell
As
all around you wish you well.
The
supple heart, in time, can mend
With
words of comfort from a friend.
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