this fall (for strawberries)

i would play the fool to hide a warrior's pain...
for that one smile to grace your lips again.

i will brave this rain-- hold your umbrella to every sway...
even if i had to do it on a sunny spring day.

i'm not yours nor you mine, but i am here...
to assist you in this crossing as if i were near.

to stay with you from miles away...
even if i have no real words to say.

your wisdom is beyond mine, so i have no advice to offer...
just attention and distraction and if possible, laughter.

no one can tell you, when to move on-- when to let go of intangible things...
but i'll be here... we'll all be.
just waiting in the wings.