If I speak now, would you hear me?
Would you really listen, cock an ear
And put down your paper, turn to me
And ask, ‘what is it? I’m all ears.’
If I speak now, would you look at me?
Would you look at me, raise an eyebrow
Smile that lazily languid smile of yours
And say, ‘what’s up? I am listening.’
Between us, this silence stretches.
It’s not something either of us wants
And yet it is what distances us even
As we sit so near and yet so very far.
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