You Listen,Still

Tonight we cried together,
my lovely,special friend.
It's rare to share true feelings;
most try to keep them in.

When all my words are sad ones,
and all my thoughts tear-filled,
it helps to know you love me,
enough to listen, still.

Others think to cheer me
they should take my thoughts away.
But my pain remains unbroken.
My words dam up and stay.

Instead you burst me open-
out come my words of grief.
I share my darkest thoughts with you,
and then I feel relief.

By Genesse Bordeau Gentry
Stars In The Deepest Night p.43