You are you

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.