A Poem Not To Be Read

The conversation flows around me, A misplaced rock in a stream, A cloud on the horizon, A fly in the jug oh cream, A walking stick against the wall, Propped there unheeded Carried along by habit But not really needed. The conversation flows around me. It’s not that I don’t care, It’s just events people places From before I was ever there. Another cup of tea, Thank you for asking but no I feel in a desperate state of figure And I really just want to go. The conversation flows around me It seems so unreal And I haven’t got the courage To tell you how I feel. The fly on the kitchen wall Unintentionally unheeded There for convention but Really just not needed. The conversation flows around me In this second stab at life To tell you how I feel like wielding A blunt assassin’s knife So I smile on demand Just hoping you don’t know Just how pleased I am When it’s time for us to go.