Here's the poem, Euphoria:

Keeper of Secrets

It's me that you'll talk to
with anger and fear
expelling your demons
while calling me dear

I'm open always
Morning or night
to reach out and hold you
and feel you fight

I let you scream
as your claws draw blood
and out come your secrets
a momentous flood

I take them in
and hold them safe
while you scream bloody murder
to try to save face

I take the abuse
and take all the pain
freeing your heart
from a lifetime of shame

I stand there beaten,
broken, and blue
and hear you say
I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU

I watch you go
as many have done
and wait for the next one
they surely will come

In time perhaps
Your hatred will lessen
That good often comes
from a confession

Your spirit is lighter
it's burden transferred
to a strange lonely woman
who seems absurd

I work on my wounds
your pains, our sorrows,
always hoping for
a brighter tomorrow

I watch you afar
and see the man
who's forgotten
who I am

But I keep them safe
those secrets of yours
kept behind a million
locked doors

The Keeper of Secrets
cannot tell a lie
and will hold all your secrets
'til the day she dies

Far be it for me to say what anyone else can or can't post!

I seriously believe that when some people share a deeply personal secret they've never told anyone before that perhaps some kind of mental block goes up towards that person. Maybe it's a matter of having purged the painful information they must then purge the memory of the purge itself. Hence, all details of the encounter are forgotten, including the person it was shared with.

Yeah, I've found the same thing to happen online, too, as well as other online experiences that seem to be rather anomalous.

Great poem!