maybe i spoke more than i should have,

i’m sorry,

i’m sorry,

i’ve never had someone understand me like you do,

i threw up decades of silence and i forgot my manners,

you knew the pain of knowing was visceral,

but then so was the relief,

for years, i’ve been wandering through never ending deserts under beating suns,

and you were a thrumming water fall,

and i took and took,

submerging myself in you — hoping i would come up anew,

speak to me,

speak to me,

i promise i want to listen.