found the sting

I know your hurt,
even though it doesn't
have a name;

sometimes, all I can offer
is my hand, my hug, and my
"I know";

but really,
I don't;

I can only guess
at something that is,
as Buk said,
"sadder than any sadness on earth";

although those
mournful moans
came pretty close.

May 23, 2009, for Cristina.

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