We shared our Thoughts and our Stories today

She came to spend some time with me, on this hot and boring Sunday

She brought with her a bottle of wine and 2 glasses

She often tells me her stories

today I told her some of mine

I’d not told anyone those stories,

they were only mine to remember

I confided,

finally who am I and what have I done.

and why

was it the wine?

it was not the wine.

I was ready to tell her my story

I granted her the in sight to hear my story

not judge my story,

or me,

but just to listen

despite our differences of space and time

What is a friend but one to listen

someone you can trust with your stories.

Maybe some day I can tell my stories to you.

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