
the tone.
the anger shows in
behavior.
The smile might
still be on
the
face, but I'm
listening to
what isn't said.
What's there
but
not revealed.
I could offer
the
platitudes of
life ~
the appropriate
sounds we
make
when faced with
that which
is
uncomfortable.
But I can't do

that for,
you
are
my friend.
I care too
much to play
a game
of caring.
I want to let
you
know
I care -- really care.
And I shall show it
by just being there.
Just sitting and being.
We can talk -
if you want.
We can be silent -
if you want.
But what must
be known,
said,
understood -

I am here.
I care.
I will continue
to be here -
even when
you
try to
shut me out.
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