Are You Listening? (BTP)

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 At   Big Tent Poetry  this week the prompt was to "Think of something you've said, now write what you wish you had said."  This long ago scene immediately flashed through my mind...

Staring into your

empty, glistening, reptilian eyes

for some sign of shame,

(or perhaps contrition),
I see your self-absorption, 

 your thoughts containing only
basic, clawing want.
Your insectile ears just hear

(blah- blah, white noise).

 Human conversation is

  incomprehensible blather

you refuse to understand.
Then a slapping realization dawns 

that all I’ve said
(and dreamed of saying all these years)

has wasted too much energy
and can’t  matter to a soulless thing...
I should have only said 

goodbye.

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A long time ago, in an act of self-preservation.  I had to cut myself away from someone who had spent years hurting me.  When I tried to finally let them know what they had done,  I realized I might as well have been speaking to a snail….