Noticing details in everything many people overlook,
sometimes just a gesture of dismissal, faint and
barely discernible.
Showing that what I'm saying is not being listened to,
other times it may be a inflection of a voice, body
language, expressions that tell me all I need to know.
Realizing these things, not talking any more, because
of seeing them with an innate talent and aptitude for
seeing and realizing what others don't know they're doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem