How small we are in the largeness of it all.
Our tiny cries barely heard over roaring humanity.
But we each have a sadness, each of us, true.
Of your sadness, I say: I hear it.
I see it, as clearly as I see you.
And you must know that in my ears
it is as loud as it always has been to you.
It is as loud as it needs to be for my heart
to mend it for you.
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