Composed understanding

You made me want to cry.
You didn't hurt me.
You didn't say a word.
You haven't seen me for a long time.
I don't even know if we really know each other.

Yet you made me want to cry.

I felt your pain in something you wrote.
The vocabulary wasn't as strong as you like.
It wasn't abstract or metaphorical.
I didn't have to search for your meaning.
It was just there.

Your pain was vunerable.

What I have felt for months you stored in the composed lines of your poetry.
The hurt that has torn me, in a few simple lines.
How could you have understood?
How much I hurt, missed him, was lost...
You are too, yet we know where each other are.
How could we feel the same thing and not know?

Thank you friend.

I don't know what I can give.
I don't know that I can make it better.
I don't know if this will make your own eyes water.
I don't know.
I don't understand.
But for some reason that's okay.
God knows and can give what I can't.

As always, I'm praying for you.