So, therefore life sucks.
He said those words to me and my heart broke.

(A question of such contemplation.
To roll in-between the fingers of the hands that operates the brain.
Open to interpretation, making it situational?)

Life sucks he said.
I asked him in what ways?
He replied with such a deflation of his demeanor that my heart broke again.
I asked how much of the news he was watching and if he believed the newsman?
He laughed
But not in that happy and charismatic way of his.
And my heart broke.
He then looked at my eyes, knowing that he could trust me.

(Open up to me and I will lead you through the fire,
Let me take your hand and I will hold on while you cry,
Allow me to be your friend and I will be your rock.)

The words were spoken not by my lips but by my eyes.
And he listened, he heard, he spoke.
I am despondent, depressed, lonely.
I feel that I am living only for the regrets of the past.

(Allow me to hold you in my arms)

For everything that I have done is not what I thought it would be.
Living once held such an appeal,
And now? I asked.
Everything has changed like it or not, for good or bad, the difference is there.
Tears on my cheeks tell him all he needs to know.

(There is more to live for, let me be you friend I will be your rock
Allow me to help, to hold you up, to boost your battered and bruised ego.
For there is more out there.)

A smile on his lips lets me know that he understood.
That a few tears from me could make him know that there is at least one person who cares.
One person who cares.
His eyes seem to glow, something they have not done in months.
Months without the light that brightened the day that pushed away the shadows.
His hands reach for me, a hug, to stop my despondent tears.
Reassuring each other.

(Let me be your rock since you are mine.
Begin again.
Let me know all that has hurt you.)

So, therefore life must suck?
A question to contemplate
To roll in-between the fingers of the hands that operate the brain.
Life sucks?
Why Is this from an opinion of your own?

(All this I asked him again to see if he held a better answer in his heart.)

Determine for yourself what is best and what must be done.
Constantly question if you should live not here and now but more in the past,

(Allow me to hold you and be your rock.
For you are mine and guilt holds me,
Only if you keep refusing to talk to me like I do to you.)

Does regret reign in your mind?
Does every decision make you want to live with a total disregard for those in your life?
Do you think that things just suck?
That the human race is unworthy of your time and energy?
To me the constant question is why?
But then am I living in the past,
With too many regrets to count.
Possibilities are endless,
In that regard.
But how to get past thinking in that way?
How to think that the past is gone and I must live for tomorrow?
Do I forget what has made me me?
Do I leave everything that I know and cherish behind?
Or keep those memories close to my heart and move towards the light that is new?
Moving and yet holding the past,
What a wonderful thought!
So life sucking is only if you let it and forget what has shaped you.

(All this he told me.
Tears a constant in my eyes.
His head on my lap.
Opening the door to communications.
Wonderfully the joys of friends shine on.)