4I know that there is nothing I can do.
I make this promise silently, unheard:
At least I will not steal your grief from you.
You move beyond the realms of what I knew.
You stare through distances, your eyes are blurred...
I know that there is nothing I can do.
I will not offer tears, they are not true -
It is your pain, it is your dream deferred,
At least I will not steal your grief from you.
I won't seek praise for how I 'help you through' -
To claim self-sacrifice, merely absurd.
I know that it is nothing that I do.
I might be offering, simply, a calm view,
The absence of a blind dismissive word.
At least I will not steal your grief from you.
This is the only promise you are due:
I will not take a burden undeserved.
I know that there is nothing I can do.
But this: I will not steal your grief from you.