The way your cries woke me in the middle of the night, yet I came up empty in my search for you. The way my heart longs to comfort you, but I find my self barefoot and pajama-clad in the hallway, wondering why I am out of bed. The way I hesitate to share this haunting, only taking a deep breath to say words when I know my friend can listen compassionately at that moment.
This is close to my heart. You are close to my heart.
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