Friend.

How I hoped

to reach out to you

Each one of you have carried

your boulders long enough

Your shoulders are

getting tired

How I wish

to give you strength

But I am not always with you

Will my occasional voice 

be seen as pretentious?

How I wish

I was more than I am

I waste too much time

when I could be loving

each of you

But even if I loved

would you be touched

healed; feel loved?

I see that there are spaces

only certain people can fill

So I am relieved

I pray they will be filled

But once in a while

you can find me if you need

a friend in the still

quiet night.