I've been practicing. I've been pausing between my words so they are not so quick and jumbled. I've been working on my sarcasm and tone of voice and my wit and my anger.
I've worked really hard and I think I've gotten better.
I think this time I might be able to keep your attention.
I've learned to do as I'm told and not be so stubborn.
I'm working on my please and thank you and all of my manners.
I don't ask too many questions and I laugh when I sigh.
Maybe this time you won't go away for so long.
I've found that an attitude is not likable and
my lips look better in a pout than telling you what to do.
If you could tell me what to do, I'd do it but
you haven't come back long enough for me to ask.
I've been practicing. I've started to talk to myself
when I have something funny to say, I respond to myself
With a dry comment followed by a sweet insult.
I've started writing down my dreams to call myself silly.
I've figured out how to pester myself as if you're right there.
I've learned to live with a ghost of a person.
I feel like I made you up in my head but why didn't I pick a better version.
A version that's kind and present.
I've practiced your wit and your laugh
I've even mastered your subtle compliments then
pretend like I never said them.
I've been practicing and I've found a way to have you here. Even when you're not.
