the therapist
is warm.
her soft eyes,
glow
like gems.
she's in her blue sweater today.
a white scarf
wrapped
around her neck.
she holds her pad
and pen,
her legs folded beneath her.
the room is gentle.
pictures of friends,
books
and posters saying things
like
true love never ends.
what brings you
here today, she asks,
as you sit across
in your coat.
your hat still on,
your hands
trembling from the cold,
what should we talk about
today?
Friday, January 5, 2018
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