Me and the Mind

Me and the Mind

I walk in and sit, a regular in tow behind me

She takes her usual spot upon the couch

I in mine, close enough to hear and not intrude

Fire in her eyes today, itching to tell her story

 

She speaks, I listen; wondering, pondering

She stops, looks at me and I lift my right brow

She smiles then frowns then smiles again

She speaks in soft tones, rain in her eyes

 

I listen on; one hour, two….on into the third

I spoke, spoke and listened to her thoughts

I comfort her, place a gentle hand on shoulder

I smile politely and offer what I can; advise

 

Maybe the world can be saved by me

I could be the one to destroy them too

Neither matter in the eyes of my own

If I could save just one, I’d be content

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