• I held her.
    Her eyes full of tears and hair full of tangles,
    Silent sobbing falling through her lips.

    I held her.
    I cradled her head in my bosom, gently.
    Her fingernails etched my back.

    I wondered.
    What would my parents think? What?
    My boyfriend, my friends, my psyche?

    A woman.
    I am only a woman, complex as it is.
    Who should I love? Who deserves this love?

    I felt her.
    Her tears fell on my chest, her nose ran.
    Her hair carried her familiar scent.

    I hugged her.
    She needed a warm soul, a conduit
    For her grief-stricken aorta.

    I sensed her.
    Her body is always warm, forever welcoming.
    Her skin can instantly revive the frosted.

    I whispered,
    "Are you going to be okay?"
    She nodded, and I made a mistake...

    I let go.
    I was cold.