Friend … may I
enter here? And
sit awhile in the
ashes of your

disappointment. You don’t need to
know all the
reasons your

discouragement
overwhelms or
explain away your

disillusionment. I
see you
buried beneath
all
the
thoughts and feelings and lines
you are
hearing yourself
feeding yourself
sobbing yourself to an

unsleep until that moment you once again

beg for tears to
overtake you because

being numb just feels so much

worse. Here — let me
hold your
hand.