Love in action

I'm living a very solitary life, surrounded by people who love me.

And it's amazing. How actions express more than words.

And even among my friends here who can speak, across a language barrier,

Love still prevails as action.

Waking up, to have my coffee, out in the morning sun. It's six forty five. 

I prop my feet up against the railing and I try and gather myself. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder. Eric has pulled a chair up to sit beside me in silence. 

I reach out to hold his hand.