Comfort and Cater to You

I wish I could cry with you,

Hold your hand in mine and have you share your grief with me,

Whilst painful, hot tears stream down our faces,

Leaving permanent scars.

I would let us cry until our puffy eyes can no longer yield tears,

Our heads ache and our voices get worn out from screaming in anguish; “why me? why us?”

But if not us, then whom?

No one merits this for sure.

I wish I could give you a kiss full of light and healing,

One that would perpetually seep through every crevice of your cerebral cortex,

Until you understand

That the pain was never meant to break you.

I wish I could be next to you,

Be your right hand,

Or the left,

As long as I’m your hand.

For when you need something,

It would instantly be done.

I wish I could envelop you in my arms and cuddle the pain away,

Nourish you,

And have you feeling so overwhelmed by love,

You cannot find a way to reconnect with your pain,

Or it with you.

I wish I could bare my soul out to you,

So that you can see the light again

I wish I could comfort and cater to you