Healing of the Soul

Crouched in the hallway

Curled by the window

Face turned to the reflection,

so you don't have to explain your tears

Broken words I grasp

between the beat of my music

and your gasping sobs

"abusive" "relationship" "pills"

Pieces together a small picture

but I am unsure if my description

is true, I have no backing.

I witness this accidently

and whithout a strong connection to you

but even with the distance

I prayed for you to experience

healing.