For Trudy

I've no clue why I'm writing this.
But to sit here idle would seem remiss.
I heard a story told today,
Heartbreaking and beautiful in its own way.
For myself a relatable tale,
As on black seas I once did sail.
Though limited, my experience taught
To not succumb to blackened thought.
And so now I implore you to talk,
Should alone these paths you choose to walk.
But whether or not you'd consider me a friend,
Know if asked some light I'll lend.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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