She listened to me tonight,
All she did was listen,
And didn't tell me what to think,
Didn't tell me not to cry.

So I cried and felt no shame,
Though it was the second time she saw,
I felt comfortable as I told her my thoughts of my pathetic life,
And all I could do was cry.

After, she gave me advice,
But asked before she spoke,
She said some of the most understanding things I've ever heard,
And I gladly listened as tears came flowing down my cheeks.

She looked at me in belief,
Like she's heard of it before but never seen it,
It's terrifying to listen when she tells me stories of her past,
Because I too understand some of what she speaks.

Her eyes gave sympathy,
Why to me?
I don't deserve it,
Her gracious ear she lends.

She gave the gentlest touch to her voice as she said good night,
Her face looked sad and she started upstairs.
She stopped a moment as I look up and smile,
She smiles back in agreement as if no words have to be spoken.