Reciprocal

January 20, 2009
By Hannah Ruggiero, Seattle, WA

I poured my soul out to her
I gave her my love
Though I didn’t know why
And she gave me hers.

I told her my fears
In the safety of darkness
For no reason at all
And she told me hers.

I lent her my strength
A shoulder to lean on
Though I couldn’t explain
And she offered me hers.

I gave her my hope
When she ran out
I didn’t need a reason
And she gave me hers.


The author's comments:
I can hear you ask, 'Why is this in past tense?' I have a reason, one I knew when I wrote it, but I'd love to hear your thoughts and conclusions on my humble ramblings.

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