They tell me I mumble and can’t understand what I say.
Then they tell me to shut up because I’m too loud and don’t want to hear it.
— Shhh. Don’t have to raise your voice. I understand.
See? You never say that. You always listen, always seem to care what I say no matter how soft or loud, high or low, loony or loving.
— There’s a very good reason for that.
— Sometimes you don’t even have to speak and I know what you’re saying.
Yeah, that’s such a sweet thing and I…well…you know.
— Yes, I know.
I’m not really sure what you’d call this piece. Poem? Prose? Prose poem? Conversation piece? But it came fast and from the heart. Like a blurt of emotion, of feelings. Hope you understand the expression behind it. Just like the two people in this conversation do.