the session

it's been a while
your therapist says to you,
telling you to take a seat
and relax.
coffee, some tea perhaps?
you shake your head no
and sit.
so what brings you here
again, after all these years.
broken heart, death,
illness, or sorrow?
parents didn't love you?
which fun issue has brought
you to my office once again.
all of the above, you tell
him, and I know what you will
say to me to make me feel better,
we've been down these roads before,
but is it okay if we don't talk,
you ask him? can I just take
a nap here? sure, he says.
put your feet up, lie back.
i'll get the light,
leave a check on the table
when you awaken. thanks, you
say, then close your eyes
and gently fall asleep,
letting it all wash away
like a dream.