A Conversation

It’s funny how you don't know someone
But in a matter of a few hours, their heart pours out
And they portray themselves as they are.
Their wounds revealed,
Their eyes bleeding with pain.
An open book one may not be
But chapters somehow flowing out with ease.
Some chapters locked with only the key of understanding to open it.
A conversation with someone who understands the depth of your pain
Who accepts the unknown,
A conversation that would last forevermore within one’s soul,
Such a person with whom everlasting memories are created.
A conversation where eyes speak more than words,
Where the heart listens more than the ears
And where the soul feels more than the skin,
A sense of relief upon oneself,
When all the choked up emotions oozes out like liquid gold.