they say

that the most giving people,

give what want given to them most.


all of my life

i've given


i listened to others' stories.

i heard their pleas for 

a shoulder to bear it with.

i was there.


then someone comes along.

someone always 

comes along,

and gives you what you want

given to you most:



they listen to your stories.

they hear your pleas.

they become the shoulder to bear it upon.

they are there.


then all of a sudden,

their days become shorter:

less inviting of your time.

they stop


they stop


they are gone.


and then it's just you.

still listening

to the stories of others.

still hearing

and bearing it upon your shoulders.


but now you're just waiting

for someone.

to listen.

to hear.

to never leave.

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