I am the waystation
For the tentative and broken hearts
For the unformed and uniformed lovers

No toll bridges
Just patience, and friendship
Letting her slip between sorrows
Then on to loving someone new
And as the guardian of such lost hearts
What can I be expected to do
But love them deeply and completely
Building them a cocoon
Being for them a soft womb
To heal their wounds

Until, like all loved ones do
They leave me to
Moving on to better lovers