My Leaning Shoulder

(To my habibti, Muqaddas--you are always there for me and I hope to return you the favor in full.)

A delicate curve,
my head fits just so,
my leaning shoulder
who has to know

all my secrets,
all my pain,
what I lose,
what I gain.

The shoulder
of the one
who is there
when everything's done.

Comforts me
when I cry
always knows
what to say so I

can get up and
keep living again.
My leaning shoulder--
a true, patient friend.