I didn’t ask you to
wash my laundry
or drive me downtown
when it rained.
Your love is
the dutiful kind.
But what I ache for
is to see you;
arms outstretched
and burning to tell me
why your day was shit.
And when
I’ve listened to every syllable
and noticed what’s not said,
you turn
to me
offering
nurturing,
undivided
attention.
…………………………………………………………………..
Dandelion musings 
I imagine a few million people I(mainly women? and including me) can relate very closely to this sentiment……so concisely expressed…..
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