hushed murmurs
soften the tears
that streak your cheeks
her cobalt irises
gaze into your worn face
saturated with love
we try to wrap
our tangled, broken arms
around your slender torso
but they are too weak
and too real to help
she laughs quietly
the sound fills your soul
and slips down your throat
like a steaming cup of tea
too sweet to burn
for it is she
who holds you together
in times like these