When you are in grief
I will not have answers for you
No surprises are in store
No bowl of cut fruits
No comforting words.
When you come home in the middle of the night
Eyes without a shine
Tears streaming down soundlessly
The kitchen light will remain on for you
A plate of your favourite fritters
Preheat in the oven
A cup of chamomile on the counter awaits you.
When it gets too overwhelming
I will not have questions to ask
No jokes are needed
No compensation required.
The bed will be made
The candles lit
I will be near
To listen when you need.