I want to go back to the very point,
where you lost everything you had.
Where it all lay broken and strewn 
in front of your weary eyes.
The point where you were beyond saving.
The point where you stopped caring.
The point where nothing you did
could keep it all from crumbling.

I want to sit next to you.
I want to feel your shaking hands.
And without words,
I want to tell you
that it will all be okay.