It seems clear to me,
I am in your mind...
Much like a novelty,
When your curiosity is there...
Sometimes!
And that's just to hear me breathe.
When you do call,
To updat me about you...
There is an instant revealing,
Unveiling the latest situations...
Your hectic life has put you through.
I may say things with me are okay.
I 'may'.
Whether that is heard or not,
Little about that you say.
Your concern for me,
Rarely focuses in my way.
And then when you are finished,
And the conversation ends...
I'm left to wonder,
Who is next on your list...
To have their ears bend?
To listen,
And not be heard at all.
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