I listen yet I seek no response
I know but only wish to know well
Fragrance stings noted tones of a levelled past
If only she knew what
Tell the devil tell
Did she think or see it?
No repetition to her forever winding heart
Reeling stories that are long lost
Dead in fact
Only living in those who lived it
Fraction of time and you lose a litre of weight upon your back
A hell to heavy to carry for the shy
Neither the brave or macho
But for those who have no care for other only I
They swan on
Talking to a lady
She's remote of prose to tired to talk
Murmuring words humming them
Just in case out loud if any are to hear
To catch conversation
Non blabber a word back
No sense is spoken
In fact
I listen and that's that
I know and that's all
She's lost
