For a friend in distress:
The ocean between us teems with jettisoned dreams. As I reach out to you I see the shape of another in your eyes. Your skin still burns with her betrayal so you recoil from my touch. The silence is filled with echoes of doors banging shut.
But if you look from behind the heavy curtains, what you will see is me. Eyes wide open looking back at you, hands outstretched to give, and a heart with wide open gates to welcome you. From my mouth: truth.