Come Closer

His arms were coiled tightly around himself. His tears were streaming down his face and there she stood, a good thirty feet away. Every day he came to the same place. He took his seat and wept. Every day she came to the same place. She watched, but moved a little closer as each day passed.

He thought he was nothing. She thought he was something. His dreams had been broken. She still hung on to hers. He held no hope. She clung to it.

He was a curious thing to her. She wondered what could make someone so sad. He barely noticed her. He did not mind her any attention and why should he? What could she possible do?

Everything.

In only a few days, she was upon him. Bending down, she studied his face. He tried to ignore her.  He really did. She sat in front of him for a full week before her gentle touch wiped the tears away. Before she whispered sweet words in his ear. Words he had not heard spoken to him in so long. He almost thought he'd break again.

The tears began to lessen. He began to touch back. He felt what he had not felt in while. Maybe there is something after all.