She thought all paths that led to him were broken

All dead ends, no roads that led to him

She sat and wondered if he would appear

She called out, albeit softly

And for sure, he was there

For the few moments that it mattered

For what she needed to get up and dust the sorrow off

She’s grateful that he has a heart

She’s grateful that he cares

They’d stay at an arms distance

Coz she knows that he isn’t cold

And his heart is still kind

And for that, she is grateful.

She doesn’t need to have him, for her to really have him

And for that, she is grateful.