A New Friend

Her heart is broken
I see it through her eyes
before the tears appear.

I know that pain,
raw, open, intense.
It has only been a year
for her. I don’t want

to go back, but I do,
I must before she can trust me,
can know me, will take my hand,
accepts my words, my gift
of understanding, my hug

filled with solace.
To hear her story is to
feel her pain and spiral down
however, I have the tools to rise
again, and the hope that I can bring
her with me if only for a moment.