already noon, but no one's rising for lunch.
there are but two tenants of this galaxy of a room
she's too consumed with her work to care about him
and he's too consumed with her tests to think freely
She hardly notices the floating paper and passing shadow.
More of an interruption.
The bubbles made a line. Sometimes a zigzag when he was bored.
"Miserable student"
She glanced at the backs of pages, but never paid notice
to the words that happened there.
It was not part of the test, not gradable.
The words were stories of his life, his sorrows,
his crush who was too hooked on looking for love
to find it.
After a while, it got lonely.
to write for someone who didn't listen
while taking notes on everything they say.
And to love people who are too busy
to avoid leading you on.
This is how he learned about the ease of talk.
For in its realm, Three is company, Two's a crowd,
and One is for the painful truths.
I am not much of a poem person but this was a great... 'One is for painful truths' hit too close to home for comfort. But ah well. Life. :)
ReplyDeleteP.S: Bloghopped here! :)
I'm running out of things to say to you. :)
ReplyDelete"After a while, it got lonely.
to write for someone who didn't listen
while taking notes on everything they say.
And to love people who are too busy
to avoid leading you on."
This had something for me. Can't say what exactly but there was something there.
i guess writing and loving can get like that sometimes. When you've been putting so much into them without a hope for something to come out.
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