Today I met someone,
Whose name
I don't know,
who lost her son
A month ago.
Whose melancholy
Had filled the air
With sadness.
At the time,
I saw someone unhappy
And just said ‘you ok? '
Then spent nearly
An hour listening
To all her pain
as she had lost her son
That very morning.
Sometimes,
Listening
Is the only thing
You have
To
Offer.
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Top marks David x Sad but very true x