For once that I spoke of the twinge,
And all I heard was an empathetic nod.
You didn’t bother about the time spent,
Time spent on this melodramatic fixation.
One, two, three and it went on blurring;
I realized I had taken all you could give me.
The time and patience to listen
To listen to the unfinished sob.
Whiney words and aggravated lines,
Your absence was appreciated by the self-pitying soul.
And now I think I can go on with life,
With the grown up heart, mind and thought.
Thank you for all the help that holds my hand,
Provided by your missing presence.
