I talked all evening,
but you weren’t listening.
You did your usual thing –
looked up
every now and then,
said a word,
then I’d have to start again.
If I’d shouted
and made a bold display
you wouldn’t have heard.
You might have
made some remark
as though you had,
but you weren’t
listening.
My silence
from the balcony to the bed,
the touch of my hand
on your skin, the kiss
I gave you on your back –
you were listening then.
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