She invited Me
             and so I went.
             Like a voyeur I read it all
             not understanding
             at first
             what she wanted.

             Absolution?
             An acknowledgment of her pain?
             An exposure that says
             "See me, here I am, no secrets"
             (except for Me listening silently)

             Is this how friendships are formed?
             Shared bleakness,
             climbing out of the despair of the past?

             I go back and read
             words that slide down the page
             like tears on her cheeks.

             She seeks
             to give Me inspiration.



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