You are my shield,
Always around.
Creating,
Protecting.
My best friend,
Helping me.
I tell you stories.
You just listen.
Every detail;
Each emotion;
Catalogued;
Acknowleged.
You understand
When others,
Blankly,
Stare.
Your pages
Stained,
Sometimes ketchup -
Mostly tears.
We can be pragmatic:
Grocery lists,
Bank details
And flight times.
But it's when I feel low,
Naked and
Vulnerable
You work best.
I sit in a corner,
By a beach
Or in a park
And we talk.
I find it hard at times
To tell you what I feel -
(When we go for a beer
It helps).
I like your blank sheets,
I wish that was me.
No words.
Should happen one day.
