I came to her in tears. <br />No need for prologue, <br />She knew. <br />I cried and babbled incoherently <br />While her arms cradled my head, <br />And she offered comfort, <br />Kind words, <br />But mainly, her attention <br />Until my sobs subsided. <br />Then she made no promises <br />Of quick recovery – <br />No false salve for my wound. <br />But time she gave <br />And compassion. <br />She was a friend.<br /><br />Robert J Meyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendship-44/
