No title, but the prompt was to write something involving "open." (And this is a first draft!0

I open my soul to you
What comes out--does it stay in that room?
Or do you carry it with you
In your mind, in your heart?
Do you leave it behind
when you walk out the door,
get in your car, drive home?
Or does it linger within you,
the story I set free,
to which you bore witness
as I cried on your couch?
Are my emails unwelcome reminders
of what you locked behind the door,
as you returned to your life,
perhaps grateful you don't have my head?
Or are they just reminders
of what's been floating around--
the care, the concern, the...love?
And once I open my soul--
how do I close it again?
Or is it not possible--
that once I've let the feelings out,
they live and breathe,
but now as part of you, not just me,
and by having you share the burden,
they become more bearable?