I wish I could

connect to you

in your sorrow,

but sorrow

and silence

live together

in the intense

crucible of loss.

 

If only I could

say more and

be open and tender

with the parts

of you that

feel the surgical cut

of this tragedy.

 

But all I can do

is offer

my heart

that waits

for all

you need,

and all I can give

is my warm hand

that holds together

all those precious

inner bleeding parts.