I begin to reply,

Only to feel drained by what I need to say

Before I have even said it, because

I believe it has all been said already.

So many times before, hasn’t it?

Isn’t it all there?

You know it is, and yet,

I have to say it to you.

Because you need the words,

And you need them from me.

But you have them.

You have them, don’t you see?

How is it that you can’t see?

Before you ever asked,

I had given them away

Already, to you.