Come Undone

In an aura of comfort,

She and her patient listener.

More of a silent speaker,

Tending her where it hurt.

And she unintended splashed dirt,

Upon her reliever.

Like a soothsayer,

In revelation most blunt.

So was her sympathizer.

Drowning in guilt forever.

Lost in haze is she now,

Wondering how?

To wipe away every little trace,

Of stain from that lovely face.