She read my poems
She read my poems;
I never let anyone read my writing unless its music but she read it.
I sat in her office in the same seat I sit it every week and I watched as she pulled out the paper with my username and password I gave her. I honestly didnít think she would use it but she did.
She asked questions of course, for me to define the intensity of my writing, so I did. She didnít respond the way I thought she would and i am actually glad but if only I knew what was really going back and forth through the hemispheres of her brain as it sent messages back and forth while she read my writing.
Maybe some things are best left unsaid but hey, she read my poems