He couldn't fix her shattered dreams or mend her broken heart.
The tools he had were listening ears and smiles to show he cared.
A tale was shared to ease her pain. His presence brought by fate,
The details she felt hers alone voiced tearfully with him,
A willingness to let her speak, she treasured his respect.
No judgment or solutions; simply being there for her.

Each time she spoke, her thoughts returned to happiness, now lost
His nods, his eyes that kept on hers? Much more than just polite.
She spoke about the way he made her feel each time they kissed.
The pictures only he could paint with what he had to say.
Her words put vivid detail on exactly how he pleased,
The listener she'd stumbled on knew what this meant to her.

Her memories of unmatched cries and fires within that burned,
Explained. head bowed beneath his gaze as, slowly, darkness fell.
The thrills he'd served up, cries of joy he'd made her shout and scream,
Each story told, high in the sky, as she prepared to jump.
His fear? A misplaced thought expressed might push her from the edge.
A smile to show he'd listen, ever-present on his face.

"Please wear my coat," he whispered as he saw her body twitch,
The first words he had spoken since he'd stopped to offer help.
A simple act of kindness in a world too cruel to bear,
Shone brightly as the city lights beneath where she clung on.
His outstretched arm meant more to her than simply keeping warm,
He was the world, imploring her to stay with it, not leave.

A slow and cautious movement saw his coat providing warmth.
No deceit beneath the gesture, simply kindness shown.
"Thank you," her voice whispered. though for far more than the coat,
A ray of hope, a moment in the chaos felt inside.
Next time, his outstretched hand reached out, she gripped it with her own,
And lifting her to safety, his heart thumped, but he held on.

Rebuilding life? A challenge faced, an inner-strengthen reborn,
Each step she took in honour of the stranger on the bridge.
He was not there, but never left her side in battles fought,
A yardstick used to judge the deeds of anyone she met.
Would he stop and put aside all thoughts to make her safe?
Could he lift her from the depths when torn from all she had?

When fate decreed the time was right, their eyes met, and she smiled,
Her standards found him on the mark, beyond her wildest dreams.
He waited for her to disclose the details of her past,
And gave her all the time she needed, never let her down.
"I owe this moment to a stranger," her words as he pleased,
He understood; she knew it. Hope had triumphed in the end,