As Things Shift

Give me nothing but your voice for one hour at a time,

maybe two, maybe three, sometimes four

once a week late at night when you can't hold it in anymore.

Tell me your secrets, your worries, your regrets,

let me ease your pain and reminisce,

share stories and jokes that no one else would get.

I will take all you care to give, as much or as little as it is,

scrimping by on nothing until things shift,

savoring every fleeting second once they do.

The silence says I would give you all of me,

but I am done asking for all of you.