After We Talk
They are patient with me, for one moment.
Until another moment passes and I still don’t speak.
Then another moment passes and they tell me to speak, but that makes them angry.
This is the communication I know.
I am patient with them, they will text back.
They never do, but someday they will.
They are annoyed, but they will forget.
I am an annoyance, so they’ll forget about me too.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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