My therapist
Used to say
My poems were beautiful

Well
I believe she meant it

I didn't know who
I was really
Back then

Almost 17 months
Ago

I have a better idea now

I'd still like
A female friend

I'm embarrassed
About the things
I told her

Important things

And as she listened
And was supportive
It meant a great deal
To me

22 months
Of seeing her
Nearly
Once a week

Now she lives
In some big home
And has lots of money

She left her practice

She'll go on
Like these women do
To achieve
And achieve

That's great
And all

I wish
She could have stayed
Human life
Is so lonely

Did she ever realize
What a good heart I have?

Did she realize
What she was doing?

I told her she was
Like a good friend

And when the sun sets
When she relaxes
By herself

Does she ever think of me?

All I ever wanted
Was a friend like her

Once a week

I cried
Not because
I am weak

But because I am strong
I cried because
I cared about her

I'm a good guy
I'm just a man

I told her about
Embracing the feminine
And still being masculine

Seemed like she understood me
And cared too

And as the months
Turn into years
Does she think of me?

I remember still
The things she said
She was like an angel to me

I even said her voice
Was ethereal

Few are like me
A 31 year old ******

I know life will become
Difficult in America

Does she think of me

Remember me please
As I remember you

You had to leave
It's okay
I understand

I hope you say a prayer for me

That I would
One day meet my female friend

The past is gone