She was a light, on the day of my darkness,
when I crawled into the cavern, her temple, hoping
to find clarity, or at least, some peace
for the morning, if not forever, and
she found me, in the dark. Looked at me.
Saw me. Saw my pain.
And asked, gently, if I wanted to share it.
She heard me with the ears of a friend and
responded with the wisdom of a sage and
helped me heal, that day.
For that alone, I will lay
a stone on her gravesite.
For that alone, I will never forget.