Conversation
Conversation
I come to listen
Sitting at peace with no one
At a table for two.
One cup, full and frothy,
Awaits my attention.
I think perhaps of better days
Not too far gone
When talk was loving
And hot chocolate.
Now, aware of all around
Who chatter of nothing,
At peace with peace.
A man and his dog
Sit across the way
Their continual conversation
Is all one-sided
Apart from the odd canine whine
That results in a treat.
I talk to myself, ah! but in my head
Lest those around should think
"He's lost it!"
How true my friends,
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