Our time is short; don't say cruel things.
Years without you wait in the wings.
Let's share small laughs, let bygones be.
I'll be strong for you if you let me.
But if you've lost so much of who
you were and are and what made you
that you need to cause me grief
I'll take it to give you relief.
If you need, I'll be your joke.
I'll swallow tears that make me choke.
I'll take your rage. My calm won't stir.
I'll try to see you as you were.
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