Clenched, Aching Fists

She weeps
But doesn’t know
Why
To console her
Is difficult
To make her laugh
An impossibility
To talk
To try to sift
Through the clouds
In her mind
Too awkward

So I’ll sit
Close
To her clenched
Aching fists
And I’ll make life
All about her

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