While It Repeats (client-practitioner relation)

I come back wearing different names Same old need, same quiet ache I ask the room to bend its shape So maybe this time it won’t break I lean toward you, feel the pull Hope you’ll fill what never filled You stay right here, you don’t comply You don’t turn away, you don’t deny You don’t save me You don’t leave You don’t become What I need Something slows inside my chest When nothing happens like before No repair, no rescue scene Just being held by what is real I start to feel my feet again The wanting loosens, just a bit What I was asking you to be I learn to let it come from me Not the past Not the plea Just the choice To stay with me