On the floor
not letting go
"Get Up!"
"No"
"Whats wrong"
....Silence....
Next to her I sit.
She had been lied to
She had been betrayed
and next to her I sat
with an unconditional love and friendship
I held her head
for a few more moments
I wipe her tears
Gripping her tight
the pain she felt that killed her
was killing me inside
I have to be strong
for her, for me
I have to hold my tears
I have to hold my pitty
but give her the compassion that she needs.
Listening
even if she had nothing to say
even if all that was heard,
were the tears that ran down her rosy red cheeks....
Diem Be Strong.......
