I wish that I could comfort you
or help in some impossible way
but I feel that I'm intruding
to even ask you how you are

When did it get so hard
to talk or just to be there?
I never once stopped caring
but it wasn't what you needed

I think that I should whisper
and tell you I'll be leaving
I'm worried it will hurt you
or, perhaps, that you won't notice

I wish that I could help, I do
and lighten up your burdens
I know your heart is heavy
and you feel you can't go on

I guess we walk our own paths
and sometimes share a moment
if life is just a journey
then our paths may cross again


© Nancy Anderson 2004