What I heard but didn’t really hear
until I sat down and
recalled it all in a moment of clarity:
“Your nickel, your agenda.
Your moment.
Your thought, not mine,
I just wait for something that matters.
Speak your mind, woman, we haven’t got all day.
We’ve heard it all before,
just hearsay,
just trifles,
not really important
or significant enough to care.
You don’t impress me
or move me
or even cause me to blink twice,
I just stare at you and wait for something to really make sense
because right now you sound
too angry,
too mad,
too emotional,
too sensitive,
too vested
in what really is not my agenda
after all.
You haven’t turned me on to what is at issue
at all
yet and you don’t seem to get it
yet that what you thought was my care in your well being is
just burning up the time
we don’t really have to talk about much of anything at all
but how you really should just not take it all so seriously and
not get so upset
that
I am not really listening to anything you’ve said at all.
No time,
no agenda,
no moments to speak,
not even worth a nickel to consider.”
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