On The Burden of Other People's Secrets and Being a Good Listener

Secrets.
And whispers.
Shh, I won't tell.
There, that's better.
Share the load with me.
It doesn't weigh so heavily now.
Thank you for listening?
For helping carry
this burden.


My turn.
Here, I have one--
Oh yes, I can listen.
Tell me your secrets.
I'll gladly lift your burden,
even though it makes mine heavier still.
Can you listen to me now?
There's something I--
Oh it's alright.
It isn't all that
important.

I have
a secret.
Wait, what?
Your secret.
It makes mine look like nothing.
Let me help you
carry that.

Now
I carry
the burden
of everyone's secrets.
But where is
The person
Who'll help
carry mine?

Ode to Mcd's breakfast menu

O, Bacon and Egg Biscuit
Delightfully crispy, warmed to perfection.
Melted cheese, not made of cheese.
For some reason, I can't stop dreaming of
your crunchy, salty, tasty self.