I don’t have a good answer
or even any good advice.

Maybe come back in a few minutes 
maybe then I’ll have the right words,

ones that can change the course
of your life. 

Or maybe they’ll be clichés
one’s you’ll forget
the moment they leave my mouth.

Sorry this is the way
it has to be.
Sorry I can’t do more
to keep you from breaking-
from hurting-
from having your knees give out from under you-

I’m sorry. 

But come back tomorrow,
Maybe then
I’ll have thought of something
incredible enough 

to change the course of your life.