If I really cared . . . I’d look you in the eyes when you talk to me; I’d think about what you’re saying rather than what I’m going to say next; I’d hear your feelings as well as your words.
If I really cared . . . I’d listen without
defending; I’d hear without deciding whether you‘re right or wrong; I’d ask you
why, not just how and when and where.
If I really cared . . . I’d allow you
inside my heart; I’d tell you my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my hurts; I’d
tell you where I’ve blown it and when I’ve made it.
If I really cared . . .I’d laugh with you
but not at you; I’d talk with you and not to you; and I know when it’s time to
do neither.
If I really cared . . . I wouldn't climb over
your walls; I’d hang around until you let me inside the gate; I wouldn’t unlock
your secrets; I’d wait until you handed
me the key.
If I really cared . . .I’d love you anyhow;
but I’d ask for the best that you can give, and gently draw it from you.
If I really cared . . . I’d put my scripts away, and leave my solutions at home. The performance would end. We’d be ourselves.
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