As the Door Closes...

Door gently closes;

a divider in place,

my chair to be filled by an Other

invading my sacred space.

Oh therapist, I need to know,

I’m more than just an hour of your week;

not a “client” nor “patient”

easily replaced after we speak.

So, as the door gently closes,

setting You and I apart,

I retreat back to my world;

but do I reside on your heart?

When it’s all said and done

I need to know that I exist;

because you might have many patients -

but I have just one therapist...