How come you ask nothing of me?
I say, “let me know if you need anything?”
Do you think that is just polite?
Is that empty to you? Am I not in some small way, a
part of your precious life? Am I overvaluing what
we mean to each other? I pray not.
Maybe you don’t believe in me, trust my
character. My tears are not empty, they carry
sorrow, hope and a promise. A promise to be
present for all of it. But most of all they carry strength,
commitment and love.
I will miss you for all that you are. Every little
piece of your complicated life and the wit you’ve
displayed that has made me laugh from deep inside
my soul. Few have gone there. Most never will.
But I’m here NOW, and so are you. I’m trying to
come to terms with the inevitable, it is unimaginable.
God have mercy. Please see that I am available,
and willing to help in any way possible. My heart
was made to care and my hands were made to comfort.
