he's sitting at his usual place. And I at mine.

And I just want to tell him how much of his hurt I understand how I know that when you're down in those depths there seems no way out when you think of loneliness and like the rest of us think of the only possible out how no one can reach you and you don't want no one to reach you and you think no one wants to reach you and you want someone just please anyone please to reach out for

But I don't. I don't know how.

And so I sit here, because there seems to be nothing else I am able to do but be a presence, to be present, to pray that at least feeling his sorrow can take part of it away.