the wrong ear

she whispers
into my
ear.
but it's the wrong
ear.
the one that doesn't
hear so well.
so I miss
the sweet nothings,
the I love
you's,
the terms of endearment
and the request
for
the keys
to my car so that she
can
go to the beach
with her friends
for the long weekend.
I nod yes to her,
hoping
for the best.
she calls me later
and says
I wish you were here,
thanks
for letting me use
the car, we're having
so much fun.