I am me,
and you are YOU.
I listen to your
story of hate and loss,
and I cannot understand,
but I can be here now with you.
I can be here with you
in this remembering and grieving
and working out of what you mean now
and what you can mean looking forward.
I can sit and listen to your telling
and your vulnerability and your loss,
and I can remember my small losses
as my way of being with you.
You are you,
and I am ME.
30/9/2017