My Psychiatrist


My confident just listens
To me as I expound
Never interrupting,
Not uttering a sound.
His eyes intent upon me
Full of sympathy
Relays a silent message,
That he is there for me.

He tells me that he understands
(Because he cannot speak)
By nuzzling his cold wet nose
Against my tear-stained cheek.
And is there for

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