It’s all right
to admit my blame.
It serves
no useful purpose
to deny
and not confess
my complicity
in your distress.

The greatest gift
I can bestow
is to listen
to your words.
To still the idle chatter
of my brain
and take on board
your clear-cut pain.

It does not make me
weak to face
my weaknesses.
It brings me
close to you,
perhaps emotional,
well that’s fine too.

Bless you for
being with me
while I unburden
my heart.
It’s good to know
that you still care,
so thanks for letting
me share.