You drink your coffee
And I drink my tea.
The room is filled with soft silence
When you ask me to read you a poem.
I take the book of poems
Off the very top shelf.
I open to my favorite
page.
I read the beauty of the words
Though I have already memorized them by heart.
But you aren't even paying
Attention to the words.
Your'e paying attention
To the girl
Reading them.
YOU ARE READING
Strange Poems
PoetryAt the end of the day At the end of a book At the end of a year At the end of a page At the end of a poem At the end of a world There is always still a story to be told ©commicle 2014 all poems belong to me
