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It was a stranger who told me about you, the ways in which you help
She said a lot that day, she made me think, she understood
She knew she did, what’s in my head, maybe better than I.
It moved me so, this stranger with the compassion for I, someone she’d only just met
Someone she’d never met in reality yet could offer up advice so sage and true

How ironic that she hid her puffy eyes and yet brought tears to mine.

The more I learned the more drawn I felt
By someone who seems to know me
Know me so well and so instinctively
The more I read the more I saw our pain was quite akin

So here I am again, wondering and wandering
Too many things to contemplate too many trains to catch
It’s time to move on, forge a path for better or worse
Stay true, head up and honest
And time will tell what’s in the mirror

Days pass by and scattered thoughts collect here
It’s time to retreat and tend the wounded
The future is in his hands and my strength is what he needs
Gentle and active
Understanding and learning together we march on

In time this is where I’ll lead him
In time he’ll know what to say
In time he’ll take his own solace in your arms
In time he’ll find his words and the world will be richer for it.

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written over the course of several weeks

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