In the deep shadows of loneliness, there was someone waiting to befriend you.
Too shy to approach you first, she hid there,
Just as lonely as you were in that moment.
You looked around, in the middle of the room,
Where there was a faint light.
You looked for a friend, but she remained where she was.
She was afraid that you wouldn’t like her;
She feared that you wouldn’t want to be her friend.
Hiding in the shadows, she heard you call out to anyone present.
Then she came out.
Slowly, stealthily, like a cat prowling in the darkness,
She came out into the light.
But by that time, you had given up search.
You sat there with your back to her.
She knew. She just knew that you were crying.
Still, she was afraid to talk first.
But seeing you so sad, she overcame her fears,
And sat there next to you, feeling all your fears and loneliness.
She took your face in her little hands,
And wiped out your tears, even as her own escaped her eyes.
In that moment, you were friends.
She cared. And you did too.
You put your big, strong arm around her sagged shoulders,
Offering comfort; offering the assurance that she so desperately needed. Words, in that moment, would have meant nothing.
But you took one look at one another,
And both understood that words were not required.