poems written on the fly

Wreckage

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 26 February 2007 at 8:22 am

We said so much
to each other
about the other

Yet never bothered to
listen
to one another

So now we don’t speak
at least not to each other
but perhaps, occasionally
about the other

I know I do
I’m doing it now
What about you?

(D. James)

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