He was disturbed that night
He was unhappy with the decision he was about to make
The fact that he was drunk, did not in the least, help his case
He would ponder a lot before he uttered any word
Either of malice or of praise.
He didn’t show it or ask for it
All he needed was an open, receptive, listening ear
It was like one of those time sensitive phenomena
If you weren’t there then, you’d miss it
Another occurrence of his vulnerability would probably take a few decades
She was there just like a good friend should,
She tried convincing him
To change his made up mind.
They were great friends, comrades
A sanctuary to each other in difficult times.
This post is inspired by The Daily Prompt: Sanctuary