We met one full moon night
August sounds about right
to talk about her frayed thoughts.
Seems she was at the end
of her last rope
as I witnessed her plea for hope.
Her eyes fought back tears
as her thoughts appeared
from her mouth to my ears.
Frayed is a word
but a tender soul is real
I reached across the table
to hold her hand
reassure her trembling lips
not to fear
for as friendships go
ours is a special one
so vow to always be near.

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  1. October 16, 2018 at 4:45 pm


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  2. October 16, 2018 at 7:18 am


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