An Empty Hand To Hold Poem by Jayne Doe

I can never make sorrow your stranger
I can't promise to leave your eyes dry
The sunshine I bring is a wonderful thing
Though its light can only be mine

I can lend you a smile for an hour
Or a laugh for a minute or two
Though I'm certain my offerings falter
As they do not come from you

Your wounded heart, tainted soul
A loneliness all your own
Crowded rooms and emptiness
Fleeting love of daily's best

But I'll stay by your side, dear one
An empty hand to hold
I cannot be your remedy
But I'll save you from being alone.