What can I say in the face of your tears, your longing,
Your breaking heart?
How can I take your aching, bruised and dented unravelling
And make any sense of any of it?
Your hand in mine is resting, your head on my shoulder resting
You lean on me trusting
And I am quietly waiting, waiting for you to awaken from this present dream
With all it’s garish and floodlit dismay
With all it’s cruel and clumsy highlights
And knowing that you will return to loving with full-spirited grace
Dance again with joy and gratitude for life and living
Keeps me quiet, still and beside you with your hand soft in mine
It is enough
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