The girl sits alone
With her head cupped in her hands
Her tears spill into the puddle at her feet
And I wonder if it what there before
'Please don't cry,'
I tell the girl
Just as I start to cry too
I don't know
That she is crying for the same reason I am
She is crying because of the loss
For losing what you know best
For me, it was my mind
For her, it was him

'Please don't cry my dear,'
I mutter through tears
'You don't need him,
He did nothing to deserve you,'
I tell her, hoping the sobs
Will come to an end
'That's just the thing,'
She whispers
Loud enough for me to hear
'He did everything for me,
and I held back because of my fears.'