11/2/2020

You overshared,
Unlike ever before
A gift foreign to this relationship
Filled with soft angst and sadness

My brain tripped over your words
Not recalling ever walking this path
Unsure where we started
Confused about the destination

Who am I?
I asked myself, insecure
A friend? A confidant?
Or just someone available?

You stopped just short of crying
I stopped just short of asking
Was I to respond, inquire, sooth?
Or did you just need to vent?

I’m sorry, I replied stunned.
Don’t be, you casually tossed back
Can I do anything, I punted
No, thank you, you shifted away

So, how are you?
I paused at the question.
I’m doing ok.
I conceded by comparison.