Babble

& I look into your face, your

eyes, bearing down into my soul,

mouth moving,

I cannot hear you,

you're all the same,

every single one of you,

You babble, babble, babble 

recounting every moment of your life,

every breath you've taken,

every tear you've cried,

Until you sound like a blur

of words, syllables, noises,

I'm sorry, what did you say?

I must have zoned out again...

You bore me to tears,

telling me the same thing

as you did yesterday,

same story,

same wound,

same outcome,

Then you babble about how

much you love me, always will,

we know each other "so well"...right?

Wrong...you can't stop talking

about yourself long enough to find me

in the maze of your life,

In the maze of myself...

You don't know my

favorite color, favorite song,

favorite food, most hated attribute,

about men, women, life, love,

do you even know my name?

Do you know who I am?

Do you see me?

Do you really know that I am here?

In front of you?

Behind you?

Next to you?

On top of you?

Do you realize that I exist?

....No.....You never will.....