Let me be clear

I understand very little

Least of all the people closest to me

But as I babble about my day

Their fleeting feelings interrupt my stories

The curl of a lip when my joke fall flat

The glazing of their eyes when my tale runs on

Are crashing cymbals

A constant beeping

I avert my gaze to drown out

And yet

My grimace of pain

The silence that stretches too long

Are mere pebbles hurled into a natural canyon

Leaving it unaffected

With no expectation of change

Even from me


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