The Soul Sanctuary: Close Comfort

Nov 27, 2010

These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 9:56 PM

She was alone, cold to the bone,

Empty and pretending to be busy

To avoid pity from the girls of the city

Who saw her tucked in the corner

Because she felt empty, almost hollow,

With a strange kind of sorrow

And though she tried to rationalize

Her actions, explanations felt like lies.

So he went to her, with his unawares,

And he lit up her night,

He offered her his jacket

Because she was shivering in fright

Of who she was changing into,

Of who she was turning into.

And with his soothing conversation

With his warmth by her side,

They talked through the play and the fireworks,

And he her troubles set aside.

It proved to her that sometimes

All you need is sympathy,

Or just a change of subject to distract

You from the pain of empathy.