When we speak
I listen mainly
Listen mainly to you
Don’t I?
I accept the pattern
Settled early with us
I am the audience
And you the star
But occasionally
Even the understudy
Has something, something
To say
When you cut me off
Mid sentence, look away
I’m left hanging
Always surprised
I still expect some generosity
Reciprocity, balance
After all this time
Even now
And I reflect
How strange it is
Those that speak most of sharing
Seldom do
And you’re riffing
On your own melody
The best I can do
All that is required
Is to sing along
Jilted harmony, second string
I’m not supposed to have
My own song.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Ouch – I so know where that came form!
Yes, an ode to the narcissists we encounter in life. š