Sit with me for a while.
Tell me of your day, or maybe just smile.

If you’re tired, I’ll be your rest.
If you’re heavy, I’ll hold what’s pressed.

If words spill out, I’ll keep them near, and if they don’t, I’ll simply be here.

I can be warmth, I can be still,
a quiet friend at the windowsill.

Whatever you bring, it’s safe with me - sometimes that’s all a friend needs to be.