I wrote this poem as I was talking to this woman one day, I enjoyed the conversation we had, and she loved telling be about herself and her life, but then when I began to talk, it was as Though I bored her.
As We Spoke
As I was listening, your lips they were glistening
I remember that day that we spoke
I smiled and I agreed, your words I did heed
As I took them seriously, and never as a joke,
All your words I did hear, about your life and career
I was anxious and excited from every word you said
So I waited for your words, as though listening to songbirds
As you spoke, I listened to your feelings instead.
I began to converse, sometimes in text or in verse
What was going through my thoughts and my brain
You just nodded your head, from the stories that I read
As though I was alone and I talked from pain,
With me you were bored, so my stories you ignored
I felt so sad that I almost began weeping
You just didn’t care, if I was here or over there
But then when I looked at you, you now were sleeping.
Randy L. McClave