sigh

what can I do but listen?
I try to say the right thing to her
but it doesn't ease the pain-
this I know-
I've been there a few times too many, myself..

she is finding herself in the
rocky cave beside the crashing ocean
where I used to live
and is making her bed there,
for she cannot see the path
beside the water's edge-
the fog is dense
and the tears are many;
puddles upon her cheeks-
daybreak will come soon,
the fog will lift slowly.. slowly..
and she will be able to find her way
again.
But until morning,
sighs will fill my ears
while I am unable to give any consolation~

knowing that, I sigh