That peaceful indifference in your eyes
Is so bloody obvious
I can see you are giving your best shot
At carrying a
polite & friendly
conversation with me.
I know I should just close my eyes & run away
But I patiently and courteously wait for you to finish the torture.
You talk about
‘weather’
‘UK’
‘Cigarettes’
‘Oh, no, thank you, I think I’ll skip that today…’
‘Pubs’
‘I don’t like that place, well, not much, actually I’ve only been there once’
‘Stupid exams’
‘Ya, I know, it happened to me too, cramming the day before…’
‘…’
I know that if I look straight into your eyes I’ll get distracted and it’s that look I would give you a look that you wouldn’t understand anyway you are too busy to understand things these days I look at your mouth instead and think how nice it would be if you could read my mind would you be able to hear it if I said it aloud?
‘??’
‘Sorryyy… It seems I have too many things on my mind’
‘…’
‘Yes, of course’
‘…’
‘…’
‘…’
‘…’
‘…’
And there we go mouthing platitudes.
But I know you are having a real conversation here
& I patiently wait for you to finish
the Torture
So that we could return to being strangers again
For another couple of weeks…