Thank You for Sharing

    I thank you, profusely and effusively.

    Is this a poem? Yes, maybe.

    I thank you for sharing, to some a trite and cliched phrase.

    Not to me.

    You shared with me your pains, your angst, your frustrations, your love.

    Your laughs and smiles. I do not forget them.

    You shared in good and bad.

    You shared your manias, which have reasons, 

    Or no reason at all.

    Which is fine. You are fine, you are wonderful.

    You shared the best and the worst.

    Your worst, that is, which is beautiful, understandable

    It is you, who you are.

    I love you, I admire you, with the imperfections.

    While I carry much more. So who am I to complain?

    

    Thank you for sharing. For caring. For loving.

    Times can be hard. I can be at fault.

    You have shared the times with me, the good and bad.

    I have enjoyed the sharing.

    The emergency room visits, the nights of pain or loneliness.

    Estrangement.

    Not the best things to share!

    But you did. I love you for it.

    I apologize for the less than stellar results.

    Who needs perfection? Not me.

    Maybe that is the problem. Not striving hard enough?

    You have to share, which can be problematic.

    If I do not share enough...

    Nevertheless, I thank you for sharing.

    I must share this: I love you.

    If that can be shared too much, then so be it.

    You have shared. Cared. Cried. Tried.

    I thank you.