He says what he thinks
Before he knows what he feels
Can you even know what you feel?
I think I know
But I never took the time to see/observe
Why did I stop writing?
We talk too much
We don't know who is right and who is wrong
Is it a time for a timeout?
We take some some time
We make some walks
We write some lines
Are we calmer now?
We try again we start to speak
Attentive and accepting Both of us
How did we change so much for a few minutes?
Communication is renewed
Overcoming an obstacle that needed to be chewed
Maybe we need some food?
I tell him how I feel
It seems he listens
Maybe I also need to heal?
He tells me how he feels
Oh yes I understand
Did I try to safe him again?
My biggest struggle came to the surface
From saviour to victim
And all that happened in the workspace?
Realisation hits me now I see
I still have my wounds to heal
What did I think - that it am in Major C?
He sees that and he already knows
Universe doing Her thing again
Two people two paths and a lot of prose
Goosebumps tears
Pain relieved after so many years
Now it's time for toilet paper and then some beers