In Sympathy

I won't pretend
To understand how you feel,
For no one can truly comprehend another's grief.

I won't offer you flimsy Band-Aids
As mending for your broken heart.

I won't tell you
That every thing will be all right,
Because it won't be.
Not a day will go by
When you won't long to see your loved one's smile,
Or hear their laugh,
Or simply talk to them.
Those daily occurrences, once taken for granted,
Are now more precious than anything the world can offer.

I won't tell you
That you'll get over it,
Because you never really will.
No one does.
They simply continue on existing,
Breathing in and breathing out,
And try to put their lives back into an assemblance of order.
In time, the stabbing pain inside you may become duller,
But it will never
Stop cutting into you at the worst possible moments
Because that kind of hurt
Never completely disappears.

But I will tell you
That I am going to be here,
Right beside you,
Through all of this.
I will tell you
That you will always have a shoulder to cry on –
Mine,
And a listening ear when ever you need it –
Because I am not going to desert you
In this, your sorrowful hour of need.

I will tell you that much.

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