You Called

You called my name
and I didn't hear.
My ears were covered,
filled with distraction
filled with destruction
filled with discouraging despair.

You called again.

This time I heard something. 

I turned around, curious. 

It only took me a moment

to dismiss you as the wind,

as a coincidence

as a fleeting thought taking a detour

onto the traffic-laden highway of my mind. 

You called again. 

This time I heard it. 

I laughed.

Why would You want to talk to me?

What could You possibly say?

What could I possibly do?

Dismissing myself, I politely nodded

and walked away.

You called again.

This time I hear You. 

I still think it's funny,

but you still want to talk.

Okay, You win.

I'm listening.