I can't imagine your world now
Practical, numb, bursting or void?
I want to help but don't know how,
And sorry's a too tiny word.
I know there's nothing I can say
To offer you any solace,
But one thing I can send your way
Is a single, simple promise:
That if a moment should appear
When you need to have someone there,
Please remember that I am here,
With my arms, my heart and my care.

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Poems From an Odd Person
PoetryOddments of verses written from very young to now. All mine. Some daft, some extremely personal, some rather dismal... All poetry is a mirror of something.