I believed we were conversing
And then all I heard was the echo
Ah, now there’s a sound I know well – crickets!
The questions, they are easy,
The answers? They are not to be known by me.
Why? What occurred?
Did I fracture some obligatory unspoken social convention?
I know you are there,
I see and hear you with others.
Even the blind squirrel finds a nut occasionally.
Behold – the acorn
Please don’t tell me what it’s all about
What you say are the social graces
The grease of a means to an end
Life moves on
Apparently, so have you
Time to clean