it's the same old song again

i take on a new patient.

but it's the same

old story,

heartbreak, a rough childhood,

she wasn't hugged enough.

or praised, or

fawned over.

i yawn as i sit across

from her.

a box of kleenex at her side

and listen.

i nod and take notes as

she recounts her last six

relationships.

all failures for one reason

or another.

lying, cheating, blah blah blah.

i have no magic wand,

no book, no you tube video

for her to learn from.

she has to suck it up and

move on.

but i tell her she's beautiful

before she leaves,

which puts a smile on her

face, job done.