Please be fine
She is afraid of the image.
Her tears stain my heart.
I cannot take it away.
I cannot bear this part.
The waiting is dark,
She worries each day.
Wondering how much longer?
What will it say?
I tell her it’s alright.
Tell her she’ll be fine,
I pray to god,
It is benign.
I am sorry,
And I will be there.
I will hold your hand,
I will always care.
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