One to one… They meet, maybe across a table.
A soulless room, wet with tears, thick with pain.
Please!…. Just listen, before you fail me.
For a poem is not just sound it is silence as well.
We fail to listen to understand whilst providing rapid response.
The empathetic listening ear, changes ways of thinking.
We listen… We learn.. of others, hopes, failures, fears and dreams.
Unselfish connections in this absorbed and troubled world.
Unconditional listening, an art form.. not achieved by all.
Creating a deeper bond of empathy, the trade begins.
Come quietly into my world and allow me to be me.