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Heart Pains

How fortunate we are in a chance meeting of
one friendly and receptive

to whom we can spill it all as a good listener
sitting quietly by while

the story teller whispers mumbles talks shouts
about heart pains of the past.

And, it’s a bit of magic miraculous and unbelievable
in a rare and delicious encounter

connecting with a counselor asking the right questions
a special companion needing

to hear about our life with all its missing parts
splayed for useless examination

In that other world where friends have stopped listening
and responses mere grunts

what a treat to find solace and a friend in a loving
and assured vessel of secrecy



© 2006 F. William Broome