You came to me as though you were on a mission. A determination in your posture told me you were needing me, as you urgently stepped up and leaned against my red metal haul; your thoughts racing to and fro. I could tell you had a lot of pain since we last met. Even now, your mind toggles unsure of how to handle all the emotions going through you.
Oh how I wish I could hold you and tell you things will be alright. That you are not going through this alone. That I’m here for you.
Stay as long as you need friend, lean into me and let everything melt away. Brush your fingers against me as you leave, so that I know you will return. I’m with you always.