In My Arms He Cried For Her

Last night my heart was in distress with fear she was coming back home. She bids him saying it was over with the other man like so many times before. In my arms he cried for her. His heart hasn’t been the same since she left him. When he starts to put the pieces of his life back together and mend the heart she left broken, here she comes again and again. Opening up the wound, that was pierced so deep within. In my arms he cried for her. Every night I give him my ears to listen to his heart. I give him my shoulder to hang his head upon. I give him relief from the affliction she causes him. I have given him my friendship to cling to in his time of need. In my arms he cried for her. I opened my heart to his pain falling in love with this hurting man. What was I thinking? I cant turn back the hands of time. I wouldn’t want to. Knowing in my heart that I shared with him one moment of love. Love beyond what I could ever imagine. In my arms he cried for her. He says not to worry. I have always been there to pick up the pieces of his shattered life. He says I have given him comfort and compassion when he has suffered so gravely. He says my friendship and love proceeds to stitch up the gash in his broken heart. In my arms he cried for her. I keep asking myself How many times do I have to bring out my mending tools to keep him going? When will he realize the game she plays with his heart? The emotional roller coaster she wont let him off. In my arms he cried for her. My heart aches for his release from the hold she has on him. Will his heart let her go to move on with his life? Will the love that has begun between us out power the portion that is left for her.? Time will only tell what will become of us or him and her. In my arms he cried for her.