POINT TO YOU

Your words have been repeatedly playing in my head...

For my sake, I better not have really listened...

​​​​​​i told you, you wanted this...

You lied and said you didn't...

How many times you got mad and over and over said "I don't know what I'm talking about?"

Are you going to continue to say it or say nothing at all?

Believe me...

I'm enjoying your quiet...

I don't want to know for myself...

Others might...

I can still hear your tantrum and your unintelligent chatter...

You hoped people wouldn't see too soon who would be right if it wasn't you...

I'm not going to mince my words and say...

When I see you enter the room it's easy for me to look the other way and completely ignore you...

When you see me get up and walk away it's just me being polite to everyone else because, it's too hard for me to answer questions when I can't stop laughing...

Laughing at you...

Laughing at them agreeing with you...

Please I need a minute to stop because, it's making my stomach hurt again...

Then as you continue to talk people come to me...

Are they being serious right now?

They sure think so...

Oh no!

Now, we're laughing and neither one of us can stop...

​​​​​​Throats are so parched but, how do we quench the thirst when the next person comes in?

Who's left in the room?

You and Grandpa and he was spotted turning his hearing aid off and enjoying his drink...

Then I realized just how good it must be to be deaf...

sparrowsong
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