Friends

Your quivering hand, but not because of the frost

I held your hand tight in mine, 
while you were quivering in pain

It was the silence, which hurt most

The silence which stole your cries from my ears,

The same which hid your tears from me

I thought of a thousand ointments I could have made

I tried my best to remember all the remedies 
I might have known

I did my very best, desperately, 
to maybe ease your suffering

Yet what could cure a pain so deep under 
skin, flesh and bone?

I held your hand, stepped stronger forwards, trying to be as solid as the mountains you cherished so

I wanted you to know, that I, too would be 
walking this path

Even if I can not make your pain go away

No more quivering in my hand, 
since our hands were torn apart

And still we walk this path, side by side

I have been whispering to all the trees along this road

And they to all the trees along every road

To hold your hand with a strength beyond mine

When you pass by

For I know you will make a stop by every tree on your way