My Friend

I know she needs her space and needs her time
I owe her more than this; she wants to mend
I never thought her “broken;” she’s sublime
I want to be her patient, loving friend
I know I can be stupid, but I try
to earn my friend’s forgiveness when I can
I know I’ve had no right to make her cry
I know that she deserves a better man
She’s strong enough to live her life alone
She loves her girls and gives them all her heart
Compassion is a flower that she’s grown
Its beauty is her garden’s simple start.
My friend will find her way; of this I’m sure
I’ll give her what she needs; my love is pure.

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