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Asking For A Friend
Going out to meet a friend
to be the ear to their unspooling
coughing up confusions
unpacking problems
unhappy hour
at some pub table
I’m the calm eyes
the easy conversation
pliers to cut the wire
defuse that complicated
emotional bomb
over a couple of drinks
There’ll be no judgement
only sympathy
a gentle steer
of thoughts towards solutions
or mostly
I’ll just listen
That...
Wednesday 8th November 2023 1:18 pm
Choosing to stay.
My friends’ son died! There I said it! He didn’t pass away or go home or any of the hundreds of euphemisms that people choose to use, he died, he’s gone and he is never coming back! 353 days,50 Wednesdays after the fact and all still seem so unreal. There is not a day that passes that I wake up and not think…how can this be? How could this happen to her? I cannot stand that she is experiencing thi...
Saturday 12th August 2017 7:39 pm
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