Platitudes can only placate for so long and suffering is a personal endeavor. Absence can grow worrisome because for some silence means struggle. It is a room within a room within a room where an echo of life is not fair can bounce around as many times as it pleases while we curl up in the innermost corner and cry the tears from a well so deep we never even knew it existed. This is pain.
I say, Call me if you need me.
Okay, she says.
My love brings no pity to this table. Pity would mean defeat, and you and me, we don't go around losing battles. Tonight I close my eyes, take a deep breath and say a very special prayer of gratitude in the knowledge any potential opponent is already well aware of that fact.
Next is healing.