A secret is a secret.
A soul is a soul.
I realize now,
she’s part of my whole--
as more than a friend.

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She told me that it was OK to cry,
so I cried my heart out tonight.
But did she really understand,
why I sat there, and cried that night?
The pain was much too much to take.
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I can trust her to keep my secret,
so I sat there, and cried on her lap.
She would not tell a soul,
and I trusted her to that.
She just sat there, and let me cry.

Her comforting words helped,
and I’m sure that she knows that.
She must have felt that her words weren’t enough,
because she did much more than that.
She cradled my heart, as a mother would do.

She cradled me as my mother would do,
for she has a daughter of her own.
She sat there and sobbed with me,
for she knew the feeling of “alone,”
so she let me cry on her lap.

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She knew my heart was broken,
and would be for sometime to come.
As I sat there and cried,
a sad tune she began to hum.
One as my mother used to.

That made me cry even harder,
and now she had something to say.
I listened attentively to her, as she had to me.
She told me she’d always be there for me, when I was going astray.
She had felt the way I felt, too, it seemed.

A piece of me was missing without her,
but now part of the void is gone.
It’s amazing the love that she gave to me,
singing her sad, sweet song.
And. . .

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She had been in this position,
or so it seemed.
As she let out a sigh,
she said, “Follow your dreams,
even though she is gone.”

I could not believe this was happening to me.
She just listened and said it’d be OK.
She, herself, poured her heart out, trying to make me feel better,
as I sat there and sobbed that day.