I run into his arms crying
He doesnāt pry but just holds me
There are no words but thatās enough
He strokes my hair and lets me cry into his chest
My tears soaking his shirt, staining it
He isnāt saying anything but I can tell by the way he holds me that he cares
That is more than enough
That is all I need
After Iāve cried all my tears I process what happened
When I come back to reality I lean ...