You talked little

About all you endured

The pain

The abuse,

But there were those moments

You would talk to me

On Warm Georgia nights

When we stood outside.

You would tell me the hell

You endured

And your little boy

And I never hated someone so much

As that ex who

Was supposed to

Love you

But only hurt you.

I would listen with tear filled

Eyes and a hand on your shoulder

A gentle reminder that I was there.

Friends forever it did not matter

What you told me

And I knew the same was

True for me too.

You knew my darkest secrets

And still did not judge me

And I knew yours

And would never judge you.

You talked little

About the hell you

Endured

But you talked

And I listened

That shoulder for you to lean on

And the same was true for you to me

Too.

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

7/14/2012

8:27 P.M PST