Sick Leave

I am aware that my words could never suffice.
We stand
Desperately
One in front of the other
Your face blemished with tears
And
I
Am
Utterly
Aware
That my words could never be enough

So what did you do?
Asked the me, I once was
What will you do?
Begged the me, I shall become
What are you doing?
I urged myself

I stepped towards her and engulfed her in my arms
I had no words to offer
So I gave her myself instead
My gift to her
A presence

I held her as she shed her grief
In my silence I professed my love for her
In my silence I revealed to her
God's comfort