Always Feel Better after Talking to You

The numbers shuffled.
The day grew older,
Accumulated.

For you, one or two
Hours of that wonder
That dark talk can do—

Just commiserate
With someone whose thoughts
Carry the same or

Similar shadows,
Whose sorrow weakens
The abundant light,

And you grow brighter.
So you grew brighter
As the talking grew.

Did you help? Did you?
Anyone not you?
One who never knew?

There’s much more world now
Than had happened yet,
Just two hours ago.