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.