It is late,
You want to talk.
I hear your need,
Reluctantly cast away,
Thought of sleep.
All you want,
So simple,
So basic,
The hardest thing
Is all you ask of me,
To listen with my heart.
As a man,
Your man,
I define myself
As able,
To do,
To fix,
Because I love you,
Because that's what I do.
To listen I must feel,
Your hurt,
Your frustration,
I must commit to your pain,
Raw, uncut, unjudged,
I cannot disengage.
I know you are strong,
Capable,
You don't need
An overweight he-man.
You need a friend
Who, in listening,
Helps you unburden,
In sharing, helps you cope.
So much easier to do something,
Anything,
Than to feel so deeply
Just be there,
Laid bare,
Repair.
To confront that angst,
To do nothing about it.
Just
Listen!
I howl at the moon all night,
While you sleep, smiling,
Rested.
Copyright Pierre Nunns
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