Day 1/30 - Tenderness

What is tenderness? Is it an accident that tender could mean many things To be tender is to be soft But isn't to tender also to give Maybe it's no accident at all In life, isn't to be soft often to be open to give And isn't that what it means to live? To wait it out until the end To wait it out knowing things may mend To live life like its a story in a letter you never know if you'll get to send. And when the story's still on its way And we don't know the end, Is what matters what we end up saying, Or what we intend? Anyway, I feel like I've said far less than I meant to. But I've been told I tend to, often.