The Couch

In a living room of stares, her mind was never really there

Yet her words were soft and sweet like maple syrup from a tree

The golden sap caught the ears of a boy who lived his life in fear

And thought her very tender heart would save him from his inner war

He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud

He paused a second to catch his breath and said I'm forever in your debt

I'll get a big loan from the bank and make big payments in your name

She cast a line but nothing caught

She said I'm tired, He said I'm not

If brokenness cannot be shared, then why should I pretend to care