I came to her in tears.
No need for prologue,
She knew.
I cried and babbled incoherently
While her arms cradled my head,
And she offered comfort,
Kind words,
But mainly, her attention
Until my sobs subsided.
Then she made no promises
Of quick recovery –
No false salve for my wound.
But time she gave
And compassion.
She was a friend.

by Robert J Meyer

Comments (1)

Fine piece of poetry here. Good description and good flow. You captured the moment perfectly. Top marks! -Michael