Words and Actions

Praying for Eyebrowz

Yesterday. Oh man.

Words meant something.

I heard heroin,

I heard I’m here for you.

He didn’t know her,

But paid for her food

As she wrestled with

Demons.

Sat and offered something…

Hope? Maybe.

Comfort? Surely.

All I could offer

Were tears,

And those I cried

At home.

Peace, people.

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