Tissue Paper

You wiped your tears on her patient shirt
You drew strength from her gentle smile
And when you got what you came for
You ran so fast, five seconds a mile

She heard you rave and rant for hours
Spew bile and let all anger spill forth
She tried her best to help you let go
She made her heart and soul, your hearth

But when she needed you so near
So that she could stand strong again
You ate your sandwich and drank your beer
And said, 'Come on, you're faking that pain'.

And so she was alone in her misery
When all she needed from you was
Your patient shirt and your gentle smile
Your hand to hold, and not hers to pass.