For God’s sake, why are you so sad?

It’s 10 o’clock in the morning!

Did you hear what I said?

My head is filled with words to sort out.

I need time to hear you and to understand.

Likes, tries, attempts

Turn into patterns, routines and ruts.

Don’t say it; I already know the words you will use.

You’ve used them in a previous life –

Over and over like the needle that bumps the end of the record.

The song is done.

Do the words mean something different in our 25th, 26th 28th year?

We speak from separate places and hear from separate rooms.

Past hurts are louder than your smile.



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