"But If You're Not Available We Understand"

They come to me in lines,

Not everything is fine,

They want to speak,

To try to to tweak their angst and pain,

Try to remain loyal to their religion

As they approach decisions

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They look to me to be even keeled,

They come because I'm real

I respect what they feel

Don't just try to fill them up

Like they were a paper cup.

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Reality is not breezy, not like

When you're little and it was easy

But even then - "if not now when?"

Hovered mid air, the question of -

"Is it fair?" The feelings felt

Because of the cards dealt,

The headlines of our news

That we don't choose.

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I'm writing this free form,

Feeling a bit worn,

After 2 students approach me,

Eagerly asking when I'm free

To provide a boon,

To help heal wounds.

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I'm between 2 courses,

The time when colleagues bar ilan sources,

And I am asked to give, because

People see that's how I live,

Seeing as my role to appreciate that

A broken heart is whole.