I sat with a friend who had taken the train,
Half an hour away,
To sit with and see me,
And talk, although she was feeling
A little bit under the weather herself;
And I just kept opening the door to my brain
And staring at the shelves,
Hoping that someone had stocked them while I was out,
Hoping that something would appear
That I could slide out and graciously offer her-
Cheese on a plate,
Wisdom, or humor -
But all I could do was sit beside her
On the bench, and let the time pass.
I hope it was enough.
It was all I had.
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