We All Think We Need One Sometimes


You let me cry on your shoulder,
Held me while I gasped for air,

Tears flooding, lungs aching,
Drowning in a grief too deep.

I thought you had rescued me,
In over my head again.

You let me cry and held me,
Head on your shoulder, my tears

Rolling off your back,
Gone before they got there.

Your shirt dry as your eyes
While I cried. My pain cutting

Sharp, blood mixed with tears,
All mine. You let me cry.

With your dry shoulder and far
Away eyes, my tears rolling

Off your back. You held me
Without touching or feeling.

You let me cry on your shoulder,
But you were never there at all.