Do not call me love if you have not loved me, Shared my home, a tear, a memory.
Come to me because you want to, Not just to fill the waking hours.
Speak to me as you would speak to your companions – with interest. Pretend I understand your every word.
Take my hand and lead me to where I want to go, not to where you think I should be.
Do not rush me for I have no deadlines to meet, no pressing commitments to attend to.
Walk with me. Show me your garden. Give me sunlight to lift my spirit, a gentle breeze to caress my face, and forget. When I scream and shout, do not be angry with me. It is not about you. At times my past and present just collide.
Sit with me. Do not speak. I can feel your presence. It comforts me. Do this and I will call you FRIEND.
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