Tuesday, 13 September 2016

Talks

I don't for one minute,
Believe I know,
All that went on in his life.
The way he didn't,
With me.
Yet we'd have those talks.
You know.
Those talks,
Where every so often,
You just need,
To get all your thoughts,
Out of your head,
And have someone you trust,
Listen.
For that sort of thing,
I trusted him.

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