Comfort Care

Face buried in the fabric of my shirt, now drenched with their tears. Their body convulsed with sorrow. They only needed to be held for a moment to know what had been missed: the tranquility of someone that even cared for a fraction of a moment, someone to listen to their grief. It was within that fraction that every emotion flooded to the surface. They felt as though they’d lost control of their body, and only needed my arms to hold them together again. Like new clay filling in the cracks of a broken vessel, they were whole again for just a little longer.