return.

fill it in
with silence
my dear.

she listened
with the honesty
of a therapist;

quietly, with
compassion,
but firmly neutral.

their paths
were similar,
their journeys polar.

patience
was their
shared virtue.

a kind, gentle
wait; treasuring silence
and opaque reflection.

until the day
his tears
plummeted;

and the room
was filled;
still she waited.

the risk
was formidable;
but the return justified.

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