Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

Wreckage

Posted by D. James on 26 February 2007

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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