Monversation

Sometimes, we talk and talk, but feel
We do not quite connect;
And after time has slipped away
We start then to suspect

That what we hoped to get from this
Is fading, disappearing —
For two of us are talking, but
Not one of us
Is hearing

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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